We hate the jungle for no just cause;
we say it's dark, dense and evil;
the sprawling jungle of our continent.
We hate it for its thorns and spikes;
its caws, hoots, howls and roars.
We hate it for being eerie and rugged.
We fell its mammoth trees to bring light to it -
how beautiful we look with all of our concrete matchboxes
now our vast sun screen is gone!
Do we complain we are warmer;
that we are roasting in the ultraviolet rays;
that we are pelted with storms?
How could men with their mental faculties chopped off,
men having leprosy of mind,
see the teeming colour within that which is dark?
Now we are wallowing in our light,
how dare we complain of an encroaching evil.
A contest entry
- Musings by Suzanne Dia.
750 points, ended September 11, 2007, 21 entries
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But complaining is human condition, isn't it? At least for the things we have no control over (or feel we have no control over,) complaining gives us a sense of control....keeps us going maybe.
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This is absolutely brilliant. Well done for bringing to light the atrocities of humans and all we have done. And then we still complain at the end. "How dare we complain of an encroaching evil". These are such great words and such a wake up call. If only everyone could heed the warnings, but I think some just dont realise that there are consequences for everything that we do. Well done for this poem, it was absolutely great.
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