Friday, 29 June 2012

In the Zoo

Look, here to our right is the human,
A beast most aggressive and weird.
The male is called “man,” female “woman.”
They once were respected and feared.

They built all the towns and the cities,
With factories, houses and schools.
They sat on a bunch of committees
And worked with a number of tools.

They often showed signs of aggression
And constantly seemed to wage war.
They suffered from plague and depression,
From ignorance, greed and much more.

The planet they treated quite badly:
Polluted the earth and the sky,
Ignored all the evidence, sadly,
And kissed preservation good-bye.

And that’s when we monkeys decided
That surely enough was enough.
Those humans had been so misguided.
Now we must rebel and be tough.

We started with organized mugging,
And biting, and chasing them all,
By stealing, and teasing, and bugging.
The beast felt its confidence fall.

It didn’t take long to defeat it.
The creature fled into its house.
Our regiment utterly beat it.
The beast was entrapped as a mouse.

Then most of the humans expired.
They died from pollution and flu.
Our new constitution required
We keep a few scores in the zoo.

They serve as a sorry reminder
Of fools, who so horribly failed.
How fortunate that a much kinder,
Responsible creature prevailed.

© Vala Hafstad

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Vala Hafstad lives in Minnesota. She writes humorous poems for children and, occasionally, their parents.