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Creatures by Mannan Nazar

Creatures live,

Creatures die,

Creature become sick and tired of lullabies,

They cry, they wage wars,

They even run your corner stores,

They build buildings as tall as mountains, 

They destroy them into ash fountains.

Why you might ask?

For the grass that grows or is it for what grows on the grass?

I reply with an answer as simple as the intricacies of life,

Ask my dad. 

The face of disillusionment?