Jungle Reality
The everyday project is to continue the extreme task of survival
waking up every morning to the bad reality that it may be the last
holding unto this hint, the greatest wisdom to acquire.
Community of birds and a den of serpents confined in one farm;
Cougars, deadly and voracious to the assembly of cayotes;
Cayotes hunting the raccoons and in turn the eels in same habitat.
This cruel side of nature has been instinctively adopted by humans
where virtues and feelings develop cannibalistic canines.
Evil then grows obese in the mind but yet not satisfied
bully and intimidation, openly infused into the town’s planning
for different illegal lords to gallivant with their cabinets,
when those at the top stop giving lawlessness a dime
and close the run way through which impunity cat-walks,
then orderliness will be restored for humanity to have a bath.
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