There's a kind of love
called loyalty , the only signof intelligent life on the planet. It traces
its descendant from truth, tough enough
to have survived, first infidelity, betrayal
and then corruption, treachery-
a combination that have killed
the rest of the pack-friendship, good
neighbourliness, humanity, good
samaritanism, imported from
pre-evolutionary ancestors
with the crazy idea, just the sort
of value, the ignorance of man's
sensual self ,feels, his flickering
city civilization badly needs.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-08-24 at 10:00
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