Our World's Coinhabitants
With as little thought, think you
Can be brushed aside
All their concerns, as waste of
Sweepings to one side?
Then have you not once witnessed
The regard given
To duck clans, a road, crossing.
Respect, more lordly
To elephant, real king, he
By pride-shrunk, stomped men!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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