today I thought of..

Cold steel in my hole of nurture

Setting an example to the white soldiers

Here you must stand rooted and numb

Like the giraffe and the ant sees

The difference in power and stance

I too can feel

May the nature prevail

When steel is part of who we are

Made by nature

And perfected by the soul of pain

Why not return to the forms

Of the very state of mind

Where pain is no where to be found

And where the invention does not

Conquer the natural

And by so co-existing

They flourish and go on

Endlessly.

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