Just children of the soil.
Worse than animals.
Worse than any creation.
So why do we stick our noses high?
Wandering away from the true path
Listening to the devil's whisper.
We are no more than mud-children
So why are we prentending to be gems?
In our false glittering jewels
We think our lives are complete
But have we gone to pray?
Have we listened to the wind whistling?
Heard the sea thrashing?
Seen the gulls flying?
Explored the world?
For then, and only then
Will you feel humble.
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