The breeze runs cool and moist
The knifes edge crawls across his throat
Moon falls like a playground ball
Children run into the snakes mouth
Grown capsules come out of the snakes anus
Grown humans break out of the capsules
Life and security for all in society
A good poet could be writing your life
People really don't have much to do other than hurt each other
But why the animal hatred, why the need for love
Peace is in the forest, peace is in the rolling water
We drip into a watercolor, dry, and crack
A child stabs you in the back, while your looking for food.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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