Evil seed

How can a tree be planted on a rock
The eagle and the lion cannot flock
Neither can the chicken produce a hawk
He force me to feel bitter
Even though life is sweeter
You skillful lair
Yes indeed, take heed
For at the end
Your caucus will the beast feed
For you have sawed an evil seed
And god will reward you
According to your deeds
You evil doer
Such a false pretender

poem by Matt Ancient
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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