LYou made us leave Paradise.
Your first born sons you kicked out straight-
For what? Because our vocal rage
Ruffled your feathers, and made seem
You were not perfect. Your beauty
Is a lie. While you celebrate
Your humans, us who venerate
Your every word (Your every step
We learned and strove to collect
In our thoughts) you cast out, why?
For you cherish humility.
I'm sorry you made me perfect
But I will not feel bad for it.
I'm sorry you're an old fool who
Wants to relive his glory days.
For isn't that what all creation is:
The big bang, over and over again?
While you stand stupefied at what you've done.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2019-07-01 at 21:41
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