Jungle And Shambles
Joe Strickland 1986 (Hobbysville, SC)
In the heart of the jungle lies a dense and tangled mess,
Where every creature fights to survive, to stake their own success.
The vines are thick and unrelenting, the trees tower high above,
And the animals all scavenge, seeking food, shelter, and love.
But there's a darker side to this jungle, a hidden world of deceit,
Where political fights and propaganda lie in wait, ready to compete.
The creatures here are not just beasts, they're politicians too, you see,
And they'll stop at nothing to tear down their rivals and claim their victory.
The vines that strangle each other may be lies and empty words,
Harsh and cut-throat speeches that the politicians hurl.
The flora and fauna serve as both pawns and targets, torn apart by fear and regret,
As the political machines manipulate them and leave them to forget.
Each tree represents a party, casting shadows of doubt and mistrust,
And woe unto those too weak to stand their ground as the jungle turns to dust.
The animals themselves become mere symbols, distorted by the press,
Portrayed as the enemy, one that must be silenced and repressed.
And yet, in spite of all this chaos, the jungle somehow still endures,
Filled with the sounds of new life each day, and the promise it assures.
For in the end, the jungle is just a metaphor, a reminder of our own strife,
A warning to beware the propaganda and the politicians' knife.
So if we can learn to navigate this hazardous landscape, to adapt and grow and survive,
Perhaps we can emerge from this tangled mess stronger than ever and thrive.
About this poem
This poem is using a Jungle to describe politics and propaganda in America.
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Submitted by JoeStrickland on May 15, 2023
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