The Mirror

Come my friends, and gather round, 
a hidden window I have found: 
we'll throw the curtains open wide, 
and we shall view the folk outside.

What people are these who mock and sneer, 
and hold their noses high; 
who laugh, and point, and gawk, and jeer, 
when a beggar passes by?

What creatures are these who act so sad, 
who shake their heads in wonder; 
who watch a friend in trouble, glad 
to see him trampled under?

Ah!  Surely they are strangers, 
not friends that we hold dear. 
The monsters that we view there, 
no kin to us...no fear!

If wrong, I stand corrected, 
are they not ourselves, reflected? 

Gourmet

In these brief lines, we shall explore

the habits of the carnivore.

The mighty lion, noble beast,

has oftentimes been known to feast

on animal with grace known well,

the fleet, the lovely, wild gazelle.

The black python, it is known,

if little pigs are left alone,

(oh damn his dark and greedy soul!)

will crush and swallow them quite whole.

The great deceiving crocodile,

will float quite quiet for a while,

and then, with one enormous crunch,

will have some swimmer for his lunch.

In parts of Asia isolate,

I do believe I’d hesitate,

before supping, with great zeal,

on a large green snake for my evening meal.

And yet we find we can forgive,

for all must eat if they’re to live:

but sympathy I cannot find

for devouring one of one’s own kind.

For I believe the greatest crime

and custom of the present time,

is the credo of man today

to devour anyone in his way.

To sum up my thoughts, most inner,

anyone could be someone’s dinner.