Sarcasm's sarcasm.

The Zoo

Never take credit when credits due

Work the job until it’s through

Move on to the next, there’s more to do

Here at the Human Zoo

 

Clanging the bars is just noise made

Our attention span has been waylaid

Listening to you is not why we’re paid

So stop acting the fool

 

Hiding inside is no retort

Come out of the bushes if you want support

It’s all noted on the final report

You’ve broken some rules

 

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At the Human Zoo the dead will talk

With open cages the animals balk

Afraid to get up and learn how to walk

Being the dead men’s mules

 

They couldn’t speak without history’s okay

They wouldn’t give their minds away

Scared perhaps of what others might say

Not offering any new tools

 

Progress was made for progresses sake

The boats go in circles out on the lake

The dam will not let any escape

From their clone-ish schools

 

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So how do we rise above the flood

When we’re up to our asses in the mud

Chained to each other through our blood

The same DNA pool

 

Such is the life that we have found

It’s starts to move forward, then turns back around

Screaming and yelling to drowned out the sounds

That might be different and new

 

Yet there are a few who try to amend

The wicked past in hopes to transcend

The old ways that are hard to bend

Here at the Human Zoo

 

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There’s lions and tigers, monkeys and bears

They take up residence everywhere

They all talk alike with ideas they share

A mirror-to-mirror view

 

They breathe the same air, they think the same thoughts

Heaven forbid that they ever get caught

Thinking something, they should naught

Even if it’s true

 

The Human Zoo will always expand

Churning out cages across the land

Like Moai[1] statues in the sand

Dull unpolished jewels

 

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And so they simply plod along

Constantly singing the same old song

Believing they’re right and the world’s wrong

Without having a clue

 

I can’t believe their minds are closed

They ran out of oil and their gears all froze

Why they won’t listen, only Heaven knows

It’s just a turn of the screw

 

But that is where our life is at

We’ve struck out before we bat

They turn away and refuse to chat

Here at the Human Zoo

 

[1] The ancient statues on Easter Island.


Submitted: January 02, 2023

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olive tree

The Easter Island statues fascinate me, also. But yeah, "sunlight is the best disinfectant." Brilliant poem!

Tue, January 3rd, 2023 3:51am

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Thank you for the nice compliment.

Mon, January 2nd, 2023 7:55pm

Diamonheart

Best description of human society. Animals in a cage, with just a bit of polish on top to hide the fur.

Wed, January 4th, 2023 11:53am

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Simplified, but yeah, pretty much. Thanks for reading.

Wed, January 4th, 2023 8:10am

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