The Fig - Us

Our world is like a iny fig.
This timy fig holds all of us.
Seeds, Fibres - all...
Is us.
Connected...
Joined...
Unborn
Seed.
We live together.
Strive to fight strong.
Produce sugar
To look the best.
We make the fig
The Fig.

But then what happens...
We eaten...
In
One
Go
By
The Monstrous Religion.
............
..........
.......
Us
Becomes
Me.
You
Is Eaten.
Torn...
Beaten
By
The
Claws
And
The
Bites
Of Religion.

Torn...
The Fig
Is
Gone!!!

1st April 2003