House key
Car key
Keycard
Master key
A key is nothing without its lock
A lock nothing without malignant desire.
Desire to take
and desire to keep
Keys define what’s mine.
Keys give control
Key words
Striking keys
Control keys
Keys grow greed
Holding the key
makes you master
Loosing a key
locks you out
But keys make slaves
Unlock the chains
Open your heart
Dumping keys
will be liberating
It will release trust
What’s mine and dine
will be ours
Death is denied,
kept at bay, far away.
Death doom makes us religious,
makes us superstitious.
We sacrifice millions
just to conquer death
White coat torture
convinced doing good
hungry for eternal praise.
Crazy people.
Death is natural,
part of life.
Face it.
Embrace it.
Death enables life.
Let’s make room for others
when time comes.
In a coffin
or ashes scattered
Even better
back to nature
Eaten by the vultures
Make my fellow creatures happy one last time
Wouldn’t that be a wonderful way to say goodbye,
and remain part of nature forever?
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All need something to do,
something to respond to.
Stimulation triggers the mind,
sideways, upfront and behind.
It tickles the heart
for a start,
stimulates sensation
as well as contemplation.
Animal welfare stimulates me,
like a flower a bee.
Stimulation is needed, if only seldom
for without stimulation there will only be boredom.
So unless you want to be a bimbo,
don’t let animals go into limbo.
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