I Could Have Been Born A... (A Satire on Mankind)


I could have been born a speck of dust,

That floats upon the wind,

To add to the many,

That flocks together,

Making the early kin.


I could have been born a seed,

That energises the ground,

When wet the magic is worked,

So the trunk is nice and round.


I could have been born a mighty tree,

That started with humble tie,

From the blade to the greatest wood,

Green hopes reaching for the sky.


I could have been born an apple,

The fruit of such creation,

That fell off the vine onto ancient floor,

To cease such deflation.


I could have been born an earwig,

To sample the great plants bloom,

So that my feed is base and plenty,

Thus my life is not of gloom.


I could have been born a rat,

To spoil another’s need,

But my quest for survival has begun,

Thus I invade to spread my seed.


I could have been born a dutiful cat,

To chase the rat away,

To ensure that the earwig did not die in vain,

So in mouth I carry rat away.


I could have been born a serene dove,

So I can play with feline,

Although with olive branch I proudly bear,

I continue to play with lion.


I could have been born a humble dog,

To catch the cat that plays,

In thoughts of ending a constant problem,

To keep away the feline craze.


I could have been born a majestic stallion,

Standing proud on my hooves,

As with my stature I can keep watch,

Over these fools and their moves.


But when it comes to these choices,

I am unfortunate,

I am something unpleasant,

“Very incandescent”,

A supposed proportionate.


I was born an evil beast,

That destroys this fine Earth,

Through horrid exploits,

And constant fights,

Such as mass commerce.


A species so low in moral,

But highest on the food chain,

As no other creature,

Has amassed such a feature,

A mix of greed, lust and pain.


I could have been born so much better,

Rather than the thing I seem,

I ashamed of the species,

That swims in it's faeces,

I am a human being.      

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2017 12:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is one of my responses to the poem "A Satire on Mankind" by John Wilmot 2nd Earl of Rochester. Acts as a rather deep poetic joke on our species. Also some stanzas are influenced by Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussycat". I hope you enjoy.
  • Category: Nature
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