There was a cat in the park, I was drinking tea at a table... I looked, wherever he found it, he was holding half a piece of toast in his mouth, clenching it between his teeth. Then he started saying "Meow, meow", I wondered why he's meowing?! It wasn't long before a baby heard his mother's call, and when he heard her voice from there, his mother came running from the far. The mother cat left the bread in her mouth in front of her cub. The baby started to eat. The baby couldn't finish the bread, obviously he was full, he rubbed his mother's neck and thanked him. The mother caressed the cub, showing her love. Then, the mother cat started to eat the remaining bread..
Here is motherhood, she did not eat herself and first fed her baby..
In this short observation, I warmly observed how nature's thousands of years of existence and instinct to continue its extinction were passed on from generation to generation in the genes of cats.
Then the baby and the mother both climbed onto a chair in the park (as if they were going to the hearth mansion). Although the baby is quite mature, he started to suck milk from his mother's breasts...
Along with poet's song , turtles, rabbits, partridges, sheep, lambs, burned down village houses, bird's nests, a mother chicken that burned to death in the burning forests passed through my eyes, and a song came to my tongue. .
"These are vipers, these are centipedes / these are the ones who have their eyes on our bread and our buds / Know them, get to know them and grow up..
Attack now, attack the breast and make it bigger!"
If this country will one day achieve true peace and freedom, if brothers and sisters will dance together, this will be a way of killing a mother's dearest child, her own soldier, by burning our forests, construction equipment, schools, targeting teachers, murdering intellectuals, and spreading hatred and grudges. Not by firing a bullet at your citizens, by joining the ranks of the enemy for the interests of the enemies of foreigners, and by being a mercenary servant (legionary), but by embracing and caressing all people and nature like their own offspring, their own mother, father, their own ancestor, holding their hand with the affection of mother and father, "loving the little ones and counting the big ones." ", with a single word, "Love" will mean overcoming one's own selfishness, passions, and captivity to one's self.
All over the world, humanity has completely come out of humanity and ruthless, the wild West and imperialism, monopolies and trusts have equipped themselves with the most terrible, burning and destructive weapons in their conflicts of interest, thanks to their science and technology. They carried their political, military and ideological organizations to the highest levels, to the top of the Dolor pyramid (Novus ordo Seclorum - New World Order).
In our world where human species are consumed with artificial viruses and the increasing population is tried to be reduced, there is no lesson we can take from wild capitalists for a more beautiful and livable world!
Now we will learn from animals, plants and nature, how to live together peacefully and happily.
Down with murderous separatist terrorism!
Down with nature enemies!
Down with the capitalists who constantly pump consumption and destroy human and human values!
Long live the brotherhood of the peoples of the world and the international solidarity of productive forces, workers and workers!
This is my true love...
"Living is like a tree single and free
And brotherly like a forest!”
