Greetings, young ones. Today we turn to the words of The Reverend Poet Mowlii, whose verses capture the folly of Homo sapiens and their endless hunger for more.
Listen carefully for within the rhyme lies both warning and wisdom.
Poem by The Reverend Poet Mowlii
I
They drew their lines upon the sand,
With bloodied stick and grasping hand,
“This soil is mine, this sky, this shore,
And still,” they cried, “we must have more.”
II
They built their walls, both stone and thought,
To guard the spoils their greed had bought.
Yet towers fall, and empires rust,
For nothing grows from poisoned trust.
III
They fought for land, for gold, for fame,
Each banner waved, each burning name.
But underneath, the truth was clear:
It’s fear that drives the wars they steer.
IV
And when the fields are stripped and bare,
They’ll sell the wind, they’ll tax the air.
A hunger vast, no feast can sate,
The ape that claws to master fate.
Ka’Loryn Ae’s Lesson
- Verse I: Mowlii shows how humans mark territories with violence and possession. The idea of “ownership” becomes sacred — even though land itself is older than their species.
- Verse II: Walls symbolize division. Not just physical fortresses, but mental barriers. Humans build civilizations on mistrust, forgetting that mistrust is decay in slow motion.
- Verse III: Here he unmasks their wars not noble crusades, but fear cloaked in flags. Fear of losing power, fear of the ‘other,’ fear of becoming small.
- Verse IV: The darkest vision: that even after consuming the Earth’s resources, humans will try to commodify the very air and sky. This is the endless appetite of the “Techno-Chimp.”
Ka’Loryn Ae End of Transmission
Carry Mowlii’s words with you. For if you wish to grow wiser than the humans of Earth, learn where greed leads. It always ends not in triumph but in emptiness.
