Head Office Poem by Chan Mongol

HEAD OFFICE
Poem by Chan Mongol
May 6 of 2021


No demand for any kind of kneel down or, prayer;
He is the creator of the planetary atmosphere.

Who is that artistic creator, Imam, priest, performer?
The visible but untouchable lord Sun of the nature!

He never sent mythical angels to tell how to live in nature;
He donated for us the moon, water, warmth, soil and air.

On going balancing, functioning and repairing;
Head office is receiving signals and reacting.

All creatures are born to die in the recycling process;
Production must go on with the same raw material uses.

He gave no threat, no demand, no command, 'obey me'?
No manmade drama is for him necessary, obligatory!