The Walrus Poem

The Walrus Poem


The Walrus said, to the King:
“In your world, I’ve learned many things!”
Of War, hunger, disease and gout
Of self-interest, and above!
Of, madness and of hate
But most of all, man’s fate
(Having no part excluded)
That people are just things!”

The King said back to the Walrus:
“You surely have learned many things:
To include, the order of the world,
And its inconveniences!
What did you expect?
From man’s audacious appetite…?”

Said the walrus to the king,
“Love thy neighbor, not the things!
Do not kill out of self-interest,
Buried vivacious prejudices!
To have one God and not so many;
To be faithful to your wife,
And not have such foolish flings,
Amongst many other things…!”

Hissed the King to the Walrus,
In a most robustious voice,
“Go back to your awkward world, you came,
Dash-down, to those far-off ice-grown caves:
The ones you’ve lingered from,
In that incorruptible land,
You indigenous thing,
Evidently, I am the corruptible king!”
But I like things the way they be!

So he said, shrieking…
His manner still courtly, no merciful eye,
And the Walrus, he skedaddled, like a jack-rabbit,
(like an ardent revolutionist) back to his far-off land
And became king, of the Walrus’ …
He had a plan!
(For he had learned many things!)



Note: We may not know it, but we influence people, we change them, that is why the world is, like it is, like it or not. You get what you plant. Then we complain and say, “I can’t figure it out, what happened?” In most cases it is simple, just backtrack a few days, weeks or years, perhaps decades, the story is there, pain as the nose on your face.


No: 2572 (3-9-2009) Dedicated to Rosa the Queen