Utter not a word, Oh little man;
For the loudness of your mind deafens
& you mutter in your dreams;
" condemn these trees of youth as ugly
Whose nudity is not concealed
And kindle them a garment of fierce fire ;
Call these rivers of life a shame
Whose flawless soul is exposed
And wear them a garment of rags & plastics;
Pity the earth of existence as vulgar
Whose hairs on the chest brought disgust
And build on their heart a garment of cement."

Come not any closer, Oh little man;
For the largeness of your trifles blinds
& the naked world stifles beneath .
How far did your leap of faith been mislead ,
Look at the new censored world you made
at which your little child spits out hatred
For no birds come to their nest,
No bees romance a flower,
No grasshoppers hide & seek,
And No fishes swag their tails !
All that remains will be an ashen desert
With hellish cacti & waterless pit.

How many garments had you sewn
With your naked hands to cover their virgin bodies,
And which garment had you worn
When earth received you in their naked hands
for the very first time.
Oh little man ; you made a big mistake!

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