Globally Rational

Following is the second guest post by Zartost.  He gives us an occasional dose of philosophy among our random worldly ocncerns.

This is the first draft of my first attempt at poetry. I am just bored w/ the mundane discussion of worldly matters … so despite my obvious weakness in my command of English language, I tried to write something different. Comment on what you think. I’ll clean up language a bit when I get more time … but for now I am more interested in what you think

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On my path, I saw a hare,
an eagle pecking the carcass bare,
I couldn’t but wonder, is it fair?
In the heavens, where justice prevails
will the raptor be tried, for this crime?
or is it truth, in nude,
- that I move afar, in amnesia?
But I heard the hare thus wail:

But I am a hare, of nothing I care
If only I were alive, when the dusk arrives
Amid the grass I run, but in the shade I hide
Across the field I hop, but with fear masked
Careless I be, only death awaits me
Careful I am, for the vicious sees me
Freedom I wish, but fear surrounds me
Peace I seek, but peas are all I find

But I am a hare, of nothing I care
Hear O’world, of nothing I care
I have no burrow, I live in no hole
My fur is no velvet, I live in no flamboyance
Simple I maybe, but swift I am
Shy I maybe, but a prey I wish not be
Contented I seem, but in horror I live
“Die you must,” dictates the holy nature

An eagle she is, the angels spoke
A regal bird, with grandeur unmatched
her head never droops, nor does she err
With beauty and power, a divine blend
With pride and honor, she stands high
With wide wings, she fly amid the clouds
Speak O’Hare, what sin stains her heart?
Why must we punish this wonder on earth?

I dodge, I run, but a mistake, she seize
ruthless, her claws pierce till my bone,
I shudder, as my blood ooze,
With each peck, my life wanes,
In pain, in despair, I look up to thee,
Of no avail, I hear you angels laugh
What have I done, that I deserve this?
Larceny of life, I will never forgive

“Enough,” the king of birds rebuked
Appaled am I, with your silly pule
Who will feed me, if I don’t hawk?
My children lay bare, on the ariel nest
If you don’t die, they will, for sure
Should not a mother protect her babe?
I may seem majestic, but a bird I am
And like you, survive I must

Remember O’Hare, Mors is never late
Why do you cling to this banal life?
Cursed I am for I cannot laugh
Cruel I may seem, but heartless, I am not
Your death I mourn, your pain I regret
But slay I must, a duty of mine
Kill I must, so my children are alive
What wrong have I done, for this arraignment?

On the wonderous earth, life is abound
Many hares and Many eagles
Some are alive, Others are dead
But the beauty of earth vanish never
Only the angels laugh forever,
What is this justice, that you cry about?
I play a role in some divine play
How am I cruel? How have I sinned?

The Hare again –
But I am a hare, of nothing I care
If only I were alive, when the dusk arrives
For all I have, let me not die
But if you lives, I may die
The wise speak of a God, does he not see me cry?
Cruel he must be, for in despair he made me
Is there justice, in that I die?
Is there love, in this world?

But I am a hare, of nothing I care
Animate and free, I yearn to be
Frightened and sulky, I hate to be
Perhaps of hunger, perhaps as a prey
But in the end, I know, I must die
If only I were alive, when the dusk arrives
O’ but I am a hare, of nothing I care!
Where is justice in that I die?

As I walked away, I couldn’t but wonder:
is this justice? is this fair?
that a hare must die for an eagle survive?
is this the love, that you say, nature give?
is life not ours for us to live?
will pain or hunger, ever leave?
do you God, still hear me, lament?
Is nature, dead, like a stone?

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