Primitive reorganised
2 September 2016
Futile world
Throbbing to the beat
Of unseen
Hands too keen
To smite rather than unite
Split not gather sheep
Buried deep
Resolutions dead
Woolly head
Wobbly knees
Eye barely grasps what it sees
The mind lost distant
Quick to bite
A dog eat dog world
Wolves galore
Woman whore
The man with the largest jaws
Rabies a constant
Stand at ease
Your meek mind appease
None to please
Weak to tease
I gave up flicking through fleas
On bedraggled skin
Holy din
The prayer excuse
Will to use
Right abuse
Curdled blood my veins perfuse
Madness does bemuse
Skipping through
Primitive reorganised
Leaping frogs
Follow lead
The rest sit wallow in greed
They burn in two suns
Reading of the poem:
Tribal – Instinct Primitif Intidhar Kammarti
Orange Rose – Instinct Primitif
Voyage en Orient – Instinct Primitif
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