Call Of The Wild

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Mar 10, 2024 

Call
of the
wild.
Millions
of years.
Evolution.
Mother
Nature
running
the show.
Each,
subject
to her
dictates.
Generation
to generation.
Genetically
controlled.
Programed
for reproduction.
Desires
baked in.
Beyond
human
control.
Generation
to generation
the species
survives,
moves on.
Human
society
forces
new norms.
Stressing
procedures
laid down
so long
ago.

 

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