Defeated

To admit defeat
Perhaps bleat
Like the sheep
But more alike my
Gum trees is
The vanity to get by
We might
A cure of cancer like
But the cure of
Is the cure for
Whatever after less sure
So don’t ever forget to give
Upon what needed no less
Than the larger work effort
To that your own dresses
Can in truth really muster
For what is no less than
Being your own active
Experience expressed in
How you appear as
Since the debts
Of the world are
In vanity’s reception too near
And cancer’s curtain
The greed we actively participate in
Of depth of vision
Beyond our own best win
So admit defeat
In naught but which is needed
Being the appearance of plenty when
In truth by poverty well lived
Yet for money’s reason
Regard death’s fees in
Sanity’s need to
Sustain clear mind you
For life on earth will continue
With our without
Our own best win
Has ever been Indigenous lived
By kurda kirdungurlu
Well arranged sharing
Is this
Of wooden mind
May the trees become you
So garden well my friend
To live