Toy of Flesh
pulled out of an angel’s womb.
He is spreading joy,
while covered in grume.
He drinks milk,
from his mother’s breast.
He says his first word,
to make everyone feel the zest.
He plays in the ground with sand and stone.
Without thinking about the future of his own.
I wonder,
what if we all try to live like this toy of flesh.
Then there will be no reason to get angry and reason to clash.
