Nature-Nurture
What suffering has been abated?
The cat still toys with her pray
Watching like a mother protecting her young
A grin carved with malintent
Order, a court of greater ills
Ladders with no rungs, smooth pillars
What sins does this kingdom commit
When there is no capacity for reason?
No ships sunk from remorse
A cargo never considered
What generous heart is weaved in roots and vines?
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