Listen to the echo of your own voice
when the moon glares and the insects commune_
Listen to the throttling spasm of anger boil within
when you shout and curse shriveling trees,
you will hear the breaking sound
of an angry spirit.
within you_ interred in the innermost
womb of your bowel lies a silent demon,
A demon ready to wake up and crown you
with garlands of Ruthlessness should greed
stands upon the tallest Fakos_
Listen more to the things of harmony;
You would hear the wails of frightened trees,
telling the ordeal of a greedy engine saw,
you would hear their shrieks when sharp pitiless
chains bury their sharp canines into the bodies of
old vaulting lively pillars...
Listen to the complaints of dejected frogs in steaming ponds,
the chirping of the beaks rivaling the beating
of your racing heart,
hear the bleeding of the sheep and watch
the harmonious resonance of the antelopes,
oh you blind Greed!