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No purpose
You bind me to your culture
I am a creation of nature
You give me a name and
forever you shame.
You force me to school
You impose your rule
I am sick of your religion
I despise your tradition
Your morals are bogus
I am out of your radius
Born to fade into oblivion
I have no purpose
I am a fungus.
I am a creation of nature
You give me a name and
forever you shame.
You force me to school
You impose your rule
I am sick of your religion
I despise your tradition
Your morals are bogus
I am out of your radius
Born to fade into oblivion
I have no purpose
I am a fungus.
Published 4th Jan 2017
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4th Jan 2017 3:38pm
I am really enjoying your evolution, dropout. There is some very clever rhyme here.
This reminds me of the Native Americans, who were forced to attend white school -
forsaking their own language and customs. But, they are anything but fungus.
They are strong and so are you.
This reminds me of the Native Americans, who were forced to attend white school -
forsaking their own language and customs. But, they are anything but fungus.
They are strong and so are you.
4th Jan 2017 5:16pm
11th Aug 2024 12:05pm
To have no purpose and to be fungus is opposite. Everything comes to an end, only to be reborn again. Really liked this.
