97. thought (new)

ants are pummelled by mere rain drops,
the spade cleaves the worm in two.
pigeons are knocked senseless and silent by the peregrines
This is the price of life on earth,
that mortal bodies be borne of spirit and soul.
We scream freedom but know who’s in control.

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