This World Is A Jungle Poem by Quame Boatmann

We live in a world
Where light becomes darkness
And darkness becomes light
For the natives’ sake

The day leaves for the night
And the night for the day
All for the natives’ sake
The sun singes and the rain floods
Dust dirty and worse is mud

A world of no peace
Without war
And to be safe means harming others
For the farmer damages the home of the wild
To feed his household
And to the extreme, man becomes evil
In order to be good
This world is a jungle