The Range

There are different birds out there,
Those that feed on flesh or seeds;
There are people out there
Who are like trees with different roots,
Sharing different cultures and norms.

We wonder much what they are.
In their silence they diffuse glowing spark
And we call them sages of the time,
Hold them in esteem till we hear them speak
And know that they are as stupid as mull.

by pedro moshood

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