We are a dangerous lot We play a dangerous game We know this…. But keep at it all the same
We are wild, not tame We roam this vast, wild, sometimes friendly… sometimes unfriendly… plain This sun scorched wilderness, this rough terrain
We get to carry a burden, such a heavy load To work our way up the food chain Life is a ragged road
To stand up and face a predator While still preying on vulnerable prey This is how it is, the law of the jungle
This line doesn’t belong here right? Still... I should probably end it with something that rhymes, like ‘pray’
The law of the strong The jaw that can snap a neck bone The claw of the jungle
The dominant ones have their way… it’s quite clear The lesser ones will cower in fear And those that spectate watch from a distance, and do not interfere
Let nature take its course I have said enough, I await your feedback, for this poem was metaphorical and not literal… of course And so, kindly, if you will... engage me, the author, in profound discourse.