I own this island,
Where my will governs the course of the river,
The shrubs and bushes bow to me,
The earth grows the grain in my honour,
And spring is a gift from the winter melancholy,
This bequest is too generous,
Perhaps, I should give the island back,
And thank the original owner,
For letting me believe that it was mine to keep,
How could I ever claim to own,
A piece of God’s favoured land,
I, who know no humility,
I, who hoard for eternity,
I, who fight for peace and steal to eat,
I can’t be the owner,
Just an ordinary thief,
Filling my pockets with worthless trinkets,
Foolishly believing my wealth lies in the debris of ownership...
Where my will governs the course of the river,
The shrubs and bushes bow to me,
The earth grows the grain in my honour,
And spring is a gift from the winter melancholy,
This bequest is too generous,
Perhaps, I should give the island back,
And thank the original owner,
For letting me believe that it was mine to keep,
How could I ever claim to own,
A piece of God’s favoured land,
I, who know no humility,
I, who hoard for eternity,
I, who fight for peace and steal to eat,
I can’t be the owner,
Just an ordinary thief,
Filling my pockets with worthless trinkets,
Foolishly believing my wealth lies in the debris of ownership...
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