Beauty
lies in all; what differs is the way one epitomizes,
And
If digressed, how farther (s)he sailed away or shies;
Lies
in incorruptible eyes sometimes even melt the rocks,
Albeit if piquant truth more vicious than it; let truth dies.
Some
say, no marauders; no more they here anywhere,
Nor
so their treasurers or such the comrades’ prowess;
No
colonist methods nor expansionists can be witnessed,
YET,
disguised as modern liberals unfetter such; & confess.
One
too may’ve dived into depths of deepest state however,
Had
witnessed the roots rolling fruits and feet on the grass,
Alas,
embraced ought to be hated; hate what may ameliorate,
Millennia
conquered, Yet, measure our fate in the Hourglass! ☹