State Of Nature (1) Poem by Chan Mongol

STATE OF NATURE (1)



Too much fight for a short life;

Huge competition to be ripe!

To be ripe is not having superiority;

But so is the ending of living entity!

All those toils to knock us out;

To steal, kill, war, battle, shout!

To rule and let rule, injure, imprison;

Why such operation, demolition?

We don't need that much to live on;

We also don't need a man made religion!

What good is a leader's constitution?

There is no certainty of food and protection!

Why make unnecessary countries?

Why do they control tribes and families?

Who wants those lords and supreme Pals?

Who wants devils, Satan for torture in Hells!