On top there is a mind to create.
At the bottom, feet to walk away.
Aristotle: “Virtue is in the middle.”
We’re here just to procreate.
Looking at it from the back:
On top there is an unaware prey
For militarised boots to strike.
We’re here just to be smack’d.
Looking at it from down under:
On top there is a mighty psyche,
But down here there’s a worm.
In the middle of dirt we plunder.
Looking at it from high above:
Your virtue is in the middle
Of where your feet ever trod.
Tell us you kill out of love.
