Poem about pond

Pond.

Not a real pond.

Not real crocodiles.

The world is pond.

We are crocodiles.

Companies are crocodiles.

Big teeth in attack.

Small teeth in defense.

Small teeth are a warning.

Big teeth don't forgive.

Why if I am small to run?

Why do the big ones have to trample me?

I understand that a lion eats smaller animals than itself.

I understand nature.

Why does a man attack a man?

Weren't we created for a reason?

Those who trample into hell.

Those who have been trampled into heaven.

What to do until it's time for heaven or hell?

Suffer and be silent when they trample you.

Until you get big. 🙂

Author: Musician

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