HEART OF THE JUNGLE
mother hid me behind the trees
little did she know I saw
everything
the hunter drawing blood
to slake a vengeful thirst
little did she know
the darkness stirring beneath the leaves
as my helpless hand pawed at the branches
if I could catch a piece of earth
within the cradle of my palm
I would drive it through
the heart of greed
but God did not give the tiger hands
we begin to wonder
if we were made
to be silenced
are we naught
but the playthings of man’s whim
to be cruel to be kind
and nothing in between
first he cuts us
then he saves us
but he cannot face the darkness
stirring beneath the leaves