Where sex is the slave; not the master, <br />The whole- <br />Finish is faster. <br />Apple hangs longer <br />From the tree, <br />And as beautiful- <br />As this might be, <br />The eyes <br />Fail to see-Such a <br />Sizable family. <br />Savage urges satisfied; the <br />Serpent was killed <br />And is dead; but <br />His mouth remain open wide- <br />Darkness is in a place- <br />Where light once did reside, <br />And the serpent is lying <br />Lifeless- <br />Upon the ground, <br />Next to the tree!<br /><br />Dorsey Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mass-movement/
