The Jungle Speaks

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.