Safari Park Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The devil beast takes great delight
He loves to steal and kill
Stalking his prey both day and night
To rip and tear at will


This world’s a great safari park
Where life’s beyond compare
Some love the light some love the dark
And some don’t really care


They fly, they swim, they walk at large
Some slither, hop and crawl
The Keeper; is The One in charge
Who oversees it all


The beast is sly; he’s quick, and yet-
No matter where he goes
Where in the park his traps are set
The Keeper always knows


So oft, he’ll try a new approach
With schemes more underhand
He’s not content to merely poach
Within The Keepers land


He knows safari’s not a game
With back against the wall
He’s out to ravage, kill and maim
To rob the park of all


Yet darkness always quits The Light
Since time was given birth
However hard the beast will fight
He’ll never rule the earth


The Keeper; has it all in hand
He’s never in the dark
And all must yield at His command
To whom belongs the park…