• Others 25.07.2007

    Bravely, you came…all this way,
    With a determination–to be!
    Nothing–out there!…anyone says,
    Causes you to waste it away.

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    Bravely, you came…all this way,
    With a determination–to be!
    Nothing–out there!…anyone says,
    Causes you to waste it away.

    Your heart beats…with a set rhythm;
    Blood supplies the contentment.
    Your brain…waves goodbye the same,
    To every straining contaminant.

    Nothing alive!…can make more sense,
    Than the food you are eating.
    With a diet well-balanced in nutrition,
    Your body consumes a plenty.

    However, with a diet of free choices,
    You nourish an incomplete mind.
    Decisions you never have considered,
    Suddenly, sense becomes blind.

    Social presents other associate brains;
    Someone offers a clever opinion.
    Pollution never produces much shame,
    While diminishing healthy nutrition.

    What can be wrong…with a misplant?
    Millions can hardly be mistaken!
    It is simply a social-fire consumption,
    As food makes sense of think’n.

    Be extremely kind to a healthy career,
    And present your mind to freedom.
    Don’t allow a clever halfwit to interfer;
    He only wants to outwit the dumb.

    Afterall, dumb is not some stupid idiot;
    Your incomplete brain is right.
    Your choice is but a narrow addiction,
    If it is!…only groceries you bite.

    You came the way of other people,
    Who desire to extract the bad.
    They never try to change the good;
    Nor, distort wisdom…into sad.

    Such folks, who accept the pollution,
    Use the bad…for all its worth.
    Every plantation has some valid point,
    Like the memory of your birth.

    You arrived into a birth, cause oneday,
    You might live a shameful life.
    Striving thus, to destroy mental health,
    Like a congenial murder knife.

    Your blood flows through anxious veins,
    For a healthy ounce-of-sense.
    However, not through a concrete brain;
    You rely upon bad experience.

    Coughing to distress your fool head-off,
    Is nothing but the results-of-living.
    You can not identify a real destruction;
    It’s just your natural way of killing.

    You claim your blood is pure as snow,
    While pollution falls with the air.
    You have deceived your healthy mind,
    But to dig your grave–on a dare.
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