Niran Olaitan


Natural Selection - Poem by Niran Olaitan

Dust and debris are dead
Now, brooms are swept

Pinioned, witches wail
Blowing dust from desert

The gale breaks
Brooms, green in their fronds

Brooms now in bits
In Darwin's gnarled palm
Postscript: Competitiveness, Darwin's spell on humanity. It grows strong that the endowed, intelligent, strong... are beaten out of the game. Realising this, forces of nature introduce some distractions to soften the life battle. These distractions lose their mark causing humanity to lose its purpose.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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