John the Savage
John the Savage was overwhelmed with consternation.
This “Brave New World” of London was not like the reservation.
Nobody cared about their final fates
as they frolicked with numerous promiscuous mates.
His mother Linda died, and nobody cared.
This was another factor that left him scared.
Here was the total degeneration of morality.
In a secluded lighthouse, he sought to be solitary.
Based on the novel “Brave New World” by the late Aldous Huxley
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