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Read Poems by Michael Wayne

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Starvation Rules This Spinning Globe

Starvation rules this spinning globe.
Energy is seized.
While goats and cattle strip the grass of peaceful light,
Vultures shred the organs of disadvantaged game.
As packs of wolves surround the heard,
Eyeing the weak and lame.

Buzzards circle overhead seeking every chance,
To pluck out the eyes of the men who fail to understand,
That he must take life to continue his own.
Those who don’t consume life’s rich plate,
Will fail to reach its end in strength.

Is nature blind to the suffering of the weak?
When so much blood is spilled.
Or is strength built through heartless savagery?
Who would not defend his offspring from cunning man,
Hungry beasts, and the vicious pains of hunger?
Some will say man has risen above such talk.
We stand exalted from the fray.
But larvae will not avoid those with foolish pride.
While lovely worms consume the flesh of broken stride.

Copyright © Michael Wayne | Year Posted 2011


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  1. Date: 5/16/2012 5:11:00 PM

    What an excellent poem! Straight to my favorites! :) Keep up the amazing work. Always, Laura
  1. Date: 8/3/2011 11:40:00 AM

    enjoyed reading your work.... should we let nature take its course?
  1. Date: 7/29/2011 4:04:00 PM

    Nature has always been blind to the suffering of the weak? Where did u hide such a marvellous write? Well my thoughts are same like your's in this poem. Keeep up the gr8 work my Lover... love 002\002..[ u know that,,]