The wounded ape...
Long and hard has been his walk,
From lush valleys and verdant forests,
To the present-day concrete jungles,
Hell-holes, all of them...
Many have been the grievous wounds the ape received,
And continues to receive,
As he marches on to his nadir,
The almost-darkness that has befallen,
Homo sapiens, sapiens...
From the first bottle of milk his tender lips embrace,
To the first apple he sinks his teeth into,
To the first steak he devours as a proud and hungry young man,
He is wounded by hormones, antibiotics, pesticides, herbicides, fungicides and insecticides,
The assault continues with the irradiation of food,
And now, he faces a new nightmare,
"Frankenfood", otherwise known as genetically modified ‘food’ fit only for Mary Shelley's character Frankenstein and the monster he created...
Let’s also not forget the deep and almost incurable mental, emotional, psychological and spiritual trauma,
Inflicted on him by a desperately black and dragon-hearted group of nth-degree satanic beings, hell-bent only on worshipping the almighty dollar and multiplying it by spilling the innocent blood of all in sight...
On the beaches, in homes, in restaurants, I watch in utter despair,
As once-beautiful, healthy babies now in their middle ages,
Have been turned into unsightly, obese and disease-ridden blobs of rotting flesh,
Ripe pickings for a brutal ‘big-pharma’, dedicated to anything but natural, vibrant health,
Interested only in the obscene profits to be made from milking the savings of fear-laden, injured souls, seeking some relief from their many wounds,
By peddling them toxic products, designed only to mask the symptoms and cure... nothing...,
Fattening the already bloated purses of Wall-Street sharks...
The wounds are endless, for both the male and female of the species,
School, false higher education, society and trendiness, banksters, credit cards and mortgages, taxes, prisons for profit, etc., etc. ad nauseam...
Will the wounded ape ever receive lasting healing...???
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
a fellow wounded-ape and a tired healer...
Comments (15)
who would ever have thought that a smatter of ink would steal
so many futures. you think long, hard and deeply of these things earlgrey. sounds like you need to rest some.
Cure= atonement (at-one-ment).
'Unreal city, under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many
sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled. and each man fixed his eyes before his feet.' ( T.S Elliott)
love and light...
Sad isn't it. Sometimes in life I think you need a start over. And maybe we all need to just go back to the basics. Learn to love all over again. Starting with the earth that our feet is standing own.
Self-inflicted wounds usually cause the most damage and take the longest to heal. It is truly sad what has been done to the earth, others and ultimately ourselves - usually in the name of progress.
Put into the pot when I can, and try to enjoy my specs.