The dividends of man

Thus I utmost implore,
the equivocation of an unhinged door,
said in poetic form to be metered in verse,
a lesson learned by those subdued,
divine in his providence shall always be heard,
the calls of the birds a natures tool,
 to resent the offering of man's contour,
 from his confluence in evolution,
 advancing connoisseur,
 be at one with the creation of thy holy,
 could only succumb to wrong.