Poem: Law of The Jungle

 Law of the Jungle

 

The vultures have come to roost

To pick the bones of a spineless society,

Being mauled by jackals of jealousy

And hyenas of hate.

 

Too late to defend

Against a pack of rabid dogs,

With wolves which come to plunder the flock

And scatter the shepherds who would not talk,

Speak out or preach

Against the destroyers of truth

And devourers of faith.

 

Too late to stop the stampede

Or the callous crows

Which caw with joy

As they shred the rights

Of those who once fought for freedom,

But forgot to keep on fighting.

 

So, a wild boar with bloodied tusks

Is squealing triumphantly.

 

But somewhere,

In the heart of this heartless jungle,

A Lion is stirring with His lioness.

 

John Stuart © 2025