My understanding of nature rested as my hand manipulated a new ‘tech’.
As it maneuvered its way through the various departments,
It got to know that no one fitted normally into their own ports without adjustment.
One could not smear themselves with good fabric without being promoted by mouth.
Should it be so?
Should persons freeze and shake off melting indiscipline?
Tags are being carefully glued to anyone who tries to waddle along the gentleman road.
Can’t there be a shiny pot in a rich man’s house without gold in it?
Which part of science did this ‘tech’ emanate?
Not all those who are garnished with shiny spices want to be served on the high table.
Not all those who walk on the path of those in black want to to like them.
I know it will take time before people will understand the manual other persons come with.
Written by Kwame Dunamis
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