Su Ben Poet Free verse

Twisted Dna

although a group of people sustain their lives beautifying 
everything surrounding them 
insisting that everything is good 
because they are God’s creation

while another group of people  
though they also are humans  
swallow and spit out loathsome language
go tottering intoxicated from a foul-smelling-contaminated-air
fuming from the languages they spat out 

after there came an erect postured bipedal primate
which was a trifle creature fed by dust wiggling on the earth  
for thousands of thousands of long years 
eventually they started to share their thoughts 
looking in each others’ eyes 
cultivating, refining words and phrases for better communication 

among those words 
were beautifully polished and preserved phrases 
thru generation after generations of studies and development
they were exclusively used by a specific class of people who enjoy showing off 
and thereby wanted to separate themselves from ordinary people, however, now, the beautiful words and phrases became coarse;
is it because the words were abused by them or 
their sleazy tongues stiffened the phrases?

they lost interest in finding the reasonable reasons
because there was no yard-stick to establish a standard;    
zombies stalk on the street in bright daylight  
the fake brand-name luxurious articles overrun the street
DNA twisted weirdly 
all children are born mutated and therefore have evolved 
to an overly obdurate species, strange world 

there are no family features of daughters like their mother 
or sons who resemble their fathers anymore 
but only a line of families 
like a poorly shaped mosaic landscape made with puzzle pieces 
picked-up from alleys and forcefully placed to make a picture 

they are never satisfied with what they have
and that’s why if you applaud them they demand more,
if their request is rejected they yell and scream at you
with newly invented swear words

rather, like a dead person
no matter how much you extolled him, doesn’t ask more;
even stamped on to humiliate him, won’t cry or say a word
that’s why God may have kept 
everything beautiful beyond men’s reach
that’s why men who live on this side of the world 
shout and scream 
making everything uglier than it should-be 
hanging on to the things they can easily put their hands on

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