THE SONG OF THE BABOON AND HIS SHOTGUN - AN ALLEGORY IN DEFNESE OF FREEDOM OF SPEECH

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about the terrible injustice of despots who cleverly decry despotism, in hypocritical masks of Liberty. We find them everywhere but they are insidious.

Submitted: September 08, 2007

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THE SONG OF THE BABOON AND HIS SHOTGUN

An allegory in Defence of Freedom of Speech.

 

There was a vainglorious baboon in the land of tune

Who sported a shotgun, claiming poachers to stun

 

I'm suave, I'm civilized, sweet liberty I host,

I'm benevolent, I'm fair, I'm classy was his boast.

 

He nodded his grand approval to the animals who sang

Melodies and lays that with common safe truths rang

 

My tribe is the best, mediocre are the rest

He heaped them with praise with self important zest.

 

A monkey one day decided to sway

To the note of a beat from a bygone freak

 

It was sharp, it was irksome, this ditty it was loathsome

To the sensibilities of those who recalled pains of yore

 

An argument ensued between the baboon and the loon

The notes got jarred, as they unrelentingly sparred

 

The baboon was displeased he began to spew

When the monkey did not heed his point of view.

 

A fair doe that was grazing by, heard the rap disturbing

And heckled her discord to the monkey, by mocking!

 

The monkey in like replied to the fawn

It looked like a tussle that would last until dawn

 

A wise old chimp perched firmly on the tree

Asked the monkey to explain his soprano in vain

 

The opposition of three made the monkey decree

That blind and narrow percepts had plagued history

 

A loser's point of view, people do not see

His ditty was aimed for all to more open be

 

The baboon was livid, his authority was thwarted

He lifted his shotgun and bullets from it darted

 

The chimp he was stunned that the monkey was gunned

It's unfair he cried, you have injured his pride

 

He has a right to voice clear, his thoughts without fear

You may choose to ignore his recalcitrant roar

 

But to aim to maim, to muzzle, to make cower

Is wrong, highhanded abuse of power

 

The baboon was adamant, unrelenting and unrepentant

He justified the monkey was racist, fanatic and foe

 

The monkey he flees, there is a restless peace

If oppositions root, the baboon will shoot

 

I disagree with everything the monkey had to say

But unto death will I fight for his right to bray

 

Make him mute by giving him no listening ear

But kill him you will not, so his song you don't hear

 

The jungle watches like they have watched in pain

In Germany, In Afghanistan, In Cambodia and Chine

 

Where tangent voices have been drowned in their puberty

By despots who decry despotism, in smiling masks of Liberty

 

 

 


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