Savage

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 26, 2018

Born
into the
jungle 
are we.
Not, the
jungle of
old, but
a jungle 
nonetheless.
Animal instincts 
still prevails,
motivations
still primitive.
Driven as
before, none
diminished. 
Civilization,
a new invention,
a new reality.
Yet the 
jungle still
exists, still
prevails.
Conflict,
spinning conflict
within.
Wild vs
â€œcivilizedâ€.
Animal, 
internal conflict. 
Transition 
between
 states
of existence. 
Ways of being.
Struggles, 
the
animal struggles.
Sticky
past, 
holding on.
Instincts run
deep, encoded,
programed on
our very
being. Our 
soul.
Perilous journey 
one from 
the other.
Fingers crossed!

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Talal Uddin commented on Nov 26, 2018 at 6:55pm

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