In the Garden of Delights
Grow brambles with thorns as big as wolf fangs
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1 min readJun 27, 2020
In the Garden of Delights,
Grow brambles with thorns
As big as wolf fangs,
Among the roses,
bathed in jasmine fragrances.
In the Garden of Delights
Predators are wandering in search of
Innocent, naïve and juicy flesh
Playing in the bushy trees.
In the Garden, all delights
Have been hacked and diverted,
Intentionally polluted and soiled.
Paths lead to traps where the ground collapses.
Those in charge were busy in a longtime
Conversation on their phones.
They didn’t mind about what could happen
during their absent-mindedness.
Malevolents just saw an open hunting ground.
Naïve minds have now to be taught and to grow.
