In the Creation of Self Castle Poem, by Agyat, at My poetic side

In the creation of self castle

cozy, sybaritic, safe & suitable

the intellect eqipped animal

swallowed the whole home of the

whole.....

almost thousands of future

generations will be summed up

within some.....

a stigma

isn't it a kind of genocide?

alive in the scorching fire

up to when the time remains

for the so called social animal

in the deep sleep

will we have chance to return

and set everything aright

and continue the lives.....

and continue the time.....

for this drowsy human beings?

In the Creation of Self Castle