Untamed (Poem-3)

Very often, you'll hear them say

Animals are wild creatures that prey

Who don't have minds, who don't have brains

They'll attack and hurt you anyway.

These speakers are humans, no doubt

Who speak, act and even shout

Who claim that man is an intelligent being

And think the world is blind in seeing

Just what lies are being told

About the events that unfold.

There was a story in the news one day

A man was bitten by a stray

'What a wild dog that was", the man would say

These animals really miss cells in grey.

But what the world oversees

In this poem, I will reveal

You think it's mild, but it is not

"Who is the real villain", have you ever thought?

Well, I hate to break it to thee

But look in the mirror, and you will see.

Once a man was too loud

"Please lower the volume", he found

A man saying, from behind

This angered the man's uncontrolled mind.

What happened next will shock you

In the man's eyes you could see a reddish hue

He clenched his fists and lost his sense

In terms of peace, he'd crossed that fence.

He punched the man in the chest

The victim was advised medical help.

Such brutality in one second or two

Control of your actions is a statement untrue

At least those animals attack men

Only in terms of self-defense.

We call ourselves civilized

We say that we are in control

But, when the situation arises

Anger takes over, man realizes

He isn't quite what he thought he is

For a monster lies within his fist.

Before we talk about those animals

And how they're worse than us men,

Let's consider the obvious fact

"We're also untamed like them."

-Armaan Kothare