My attempt at poetry The Jungle Speaks There is blood; There is gore; Planned attacks And murders too. We wait in silence, Move surreptitiously, And strike on time. We relish meat, And gnaw at bones. We tear ferociously, And feed in packs. We know no money; We know no luxury; We don't have classes; We stay the way we came We neither rise; Nor do we fall. We have no inventions That cause tragedies; We don’t keep searching Solutions; To the problems of our creation We kill but not those of our kind For survival And not pleasure or pressure And yes, there is peace For the retention of which An animal needs to be extinct The homosapien.