Dotish HumansA Poem by z.chériAttack.
If we destroyed
a bee's home, shouldn't we expect them to attack us? And when they do, we question and proclaim loudly how dangerous bees are. We destroy our home; damaging the earth in any way possible then asking why are all these disasters happening? When someone dies, we curse the earth, calling it cruel however; it is us that are held responsible for the destruction. We scream at the top of our lungs that 'this world is so unfair' when it is us, It is us that are unfair to the world and its visitors. You cannot destroy a home, without expecting the owner to fight back. © 2018 z.chériAuthor's Note
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