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No Relatives Of Mine
by David Pekrul I was raised in Africa, And live up in a tree, You may think I'm crazy, but There's nothing wrong with me. I have a loving family, and Respect from all my kin, I care for them immensely, and I'm happy here within. I see so many other ones, Just coping with their lives, While fighting in their neighbourhood, And cheating on their wives. But they are only human-beings, Their kind is very old, They say they are improving some, Or so I have been told. They say we've much in common, that Their fathers came from me, But I will not believe a word, For it could never be. And yet they live amongst our kind, While causing such pollution, And say that we are relatives, By so-called evolution. With that I have a problem, for They're not at all like me, For I am just a monkey here, A-hangin' from a tree. www.myhiddenvoice.com The poetry of David Ronald Bruce Pekrul If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at 170 Carr Cres. Okotoks, AB T1S 1E3 Canada E-Mail: [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |