It is not God’s Land, any more,
much is submerged, ancient is gone,
Good old days are buried alive.
I
swim on the seemingly
safe currents tossing above,
Oryx, restrains its
move,
Crazy
bull with fierce looks
attacks not but
recede,
Market fairs look defeated,
Ozymandias,no longer subdues
Our
passion and prided anger,
Yet, human Temerity tames
tangible.
Lay your head on your
hands
and
brood over
how
to recompense the loss.
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