Poetry

A doer was seeking 
a physical thing 
in this age of carnality. 
 
Truth falls on your 
path when you become 
an absentee. 
 
Take a break from 
the silent assaults. Do 
not go for a dirty play. 
 
I will not do any 
commerce with the paid 
style of the omnivores. 
 
The soil does not need 
any weapons. It was 
always under your feet. 
 
I will wait for a disaster 
to happen.