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Feeling Unwonderful
The thick forest's hill with wild flowers
rolls through perfumed daises meadows,
that are a haven to lovely hummingbirds:
among thick trees there no waterfowls!
These colorful birds avoid eerie darkness,
they wake up at the appearance of light;
they can't wait to dominate those vast vallies:
hear their shrill as they start their daily flight!
We all think that the above shies are peaceful,
even birds fight for supremacy as humans do;
I grumble at such cruelty feeling unwonderful:
we admire space but ignoring God is a taboo!
The brown and white stallions gallop slowly,
it's not a battleground where they can neigh;
they follow the horse trail breathing serenely:
and while ballistic missiles blast, I smell death!
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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