Filet la Vie


I wonder does the sportsman on the pier,
Intent his pleasure to fulfill,
Become aware a role he's acting here
Or, if at play the Other's will...
The rod and reel with nylon line, the bait
Awash within that captive can,
A feathered hook, the bob and leaden weight...
A readied hero is the man.
He does not fish for food, it is his fun,
To match his wits against the trout's!
Relaxing by the pier when work is done,
It's his ego that he touts.
Without a thought, to skewer a living thing
For fun, suggests life needs revaluing!

Suppose it were our Maker on the pier
Intent his pleasure to fulfill,
With us awash within that captive bier,
The waiting hook, his perfect will.
The situations surely are the same,
Except that now it's us, the bait,
And we the ones imploring in His name,
That life deserves a kinder fate!
If we expect from Him a love for life
That feels the pain creation bears,
We should as well withhold the butcher's knife,
Preserve, protect the Maker wares.
When next the hands shall hold a living thing,
May He observe nought needs revaluing!!


--Carduelis Tristis

 

 
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