No one else will crow
Than the rooster at the peak
Of the mountain
With a huge coxcomb
He's the only one to crow.
Yesterday, he fought hard for
The annihilation of one;
Today the war is on another hybrid
No one knows his thinking tomorrow
But should we continue to stoke
Our fire with this smoking kindling?
If yes, we will starve
And if no, he'll have to learn.
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Verily, if we follow the same, then a day will come, when there will be no roosters and only tales to tell. Loved reading it.......10