Call
of the
wild.
Millions
of years.
Evolution.
Mother
Nature
running
the show.
Each,
subject
to her
dictates.
Generation
to generation.
Genetically
controlled.
Programed
for reproduction.
Desires
baked in.
Beyond
human
control.
Generation
to generation
the species
survives,
moves on.
Human
society
forces
new norms.
Stressing
procedures
laid down
so long
ago.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 10th, 2024 08:23
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Very well penned John. Accompanies the movie very well. I've seen the movie and its a very moving film as is your poem here. 👍
Thank you for your kind words and for reading.
Nature will rule as it always has John.
Andy
Old and young conflict still.
Thanks for reading Andy,
John
Lovely poem. My favorite line is Desires baked in. Beyond human control.
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