We are creators not servitors
We’ve no sedition nor division, but distinction
Our words from nature’s thought
We are created creators!

Our existence, our excellence minus persistence
Our thirst makes us exist
But through words they say we persist
Our hearts and the earth are connected hearths
But we are called “servitors”
Hey! Discriminators!
We are not servitors!

Our movement without legs
Journeys within our garden
Speaking, but not talking
Oh God! What’s creativity?!
The impossible made possible!
Yet, “they’re all lies”, they say
You’ll indeed lie, for your answer still lies
The end of lies…
The final end…
The world’s end!