Cattle Rearers
Wealthy fruit of
healthy fools
Maker of life,
designing strife.
Tent of struggle,
Pioneering peace.
Giver of hope
Retreiving peace.
Three pint of
leaking riches,
In their abode,
claiming territories
Apprehending our peace
Saving saviour.
Gone with our joy, disgusting savours.
They're seat bearers,
Formerly cattle rearers.
Now; human rearers!
c.2017
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