THE WILD THING

A thing; a wild, wild thing
Appears without warning.
Odd, shapeless and nameless,
It must be a beast of darkness.

Even though there is no bounty,
Killing it must be our key duty.
Using any weapon you can find,
We adopt methods of every kind.

Should you bash its ugly head,
Or jump on its belly instead?
Gouge its eyes, pull out its teeth,
Or kick it from way underneath?

With each stick and each stone,
Nothing is to be left alone.
Yet, every spear and arrow
Only brings out a strange sorrow.

From us, the thing is different,
Yet to destroy, it is incoherent.
If wildness brings such loathing,
We ought to re-think everything.

Actually, it means us no harm.
So, it should not cause alarm.
The wild thing is any new thing 
Just teaching us something!

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IS THERE A WAY?

Is there a way to your mind?
Common ground of some kind,
Is not something I could find;
Just words caught in a bind.

Is there a way to your heart?
Though keen to play the part,
It's hard to know where to start.
Cos' persuasion is no easy art.

Is there a way to your soul?
With eyes cold as the North Pole
And morals lost in a Black Hole,
You're a prisoner with no parole.

So, is there a way to you at all?
If every message and every call
Only meets a solid brick wall,
I'll just walk away feeling tall.

RIGHT AND/OR WRONG

Tell me what's right,
If there's no wrong.
Can't help being uptight,
My feelings so strong.

Virtues out of sight,
To whom they belong?
Angels have taken flight,
Indifferent all day long.

Moral questions made light,
Into dancing ping pong.
Nobody's ready to fight,
Just playing noisy mahjong.

When Hell's burning bright,
Let's sound the gong.
To save humanity's plight,
Sing our beautiful song.