Last One, Lord of the Flies
In this world this feeling of being secluded and alone
with only a cadre of youth that represents innocence and
the wilderness
In this whole wide world, the conch, the rule to speak
some democracy,
you can run fast, or you are easily upset, or you can take
charge just so you can control,
I guess the first order of business is to suss all this stuff out.
Maybe later, years later on Simon's son becomes more like Jack.
You know the avenue Piggy ventured from the start,
just what might just become like Roger
a purely sadistic sort.
An allegory
Like Franz Boas searching for ice cream
The University of Heidelberg
1386
He became fascinated by the Baffin Island Inuit.
Where a learned man such as himself could never
survive because he was not equipped with the
knowledge
back in those days
that was a revolutionary thought
In many ways it still seems to be this way,
I think just now.
Peace!
Copyright © Dave Mcgahan | Year Posted 2019
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