Strolling through the jungle
I met a lamb in ragged clothes
he told me of injustice
he had a bloody nose
he sees it all around
wherever his journey goes.
I turned a darkened corner
and met a tiger selling spice
have a little try, he said
it really is quite nice
but he was laying a trap
a big cat killing mice.
Above the grass and trees
a mountain to the sky
made of glass and concrete
I dare not venture why
hungry rabbits in their homes
young bunnies, here them cry.
I wandered through the trees
to a place I know not where
I met a lion with golden mane
and a castle for his lair
he told me to clear off
you are not welcome here.
So I turned around
from suburban park
back to concrete jungle
where I met a lark
with grinning face and shiny blade
you don't come here at dark.
I'm looking for justice,
that rarest breed of all
I cannot find him anywhere
he must be really small
no such animal, said he
he exists not at all.
Call me a merchant
one of doom
but first look around
and see all the gloom
when will it all end?
maybe very soon.
Unfairness roams the woods
the wolf he has a gun
no truth, just greed and lies
power thinks he's won
but as it is in heaven
on earth justice will be done.
D Marsden 2022 ©
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Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.
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