Cecil’s dead – that’s a bit of a shame.
(Killing babies? – no! that’s not the same)
He had lived a long life.
Raised some cubs with each wife,
And was famous. (and certainly game)
So the world, it is now up in arms,
For a lion, it has primitive charms,
Unlike mere human trash,
To but plunder then smash –
Hunt this hunter – ‘his highness’ he harms.
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Really good, Dennis. And throwing in that phrase “and certainly game” is just enough comic relief to offset the horror of the topic itself. Good balance.
And by the way — I’ve checked out the work of others that you’ve suggested, but after doing so, I have to say that you are still the master, hands down. One reason is that you hit the target so pointedly, but always with a balance between the heaviness of the serious topics you’re covering and the dash of humor or fun that places your work solidly in the category of satire at its best. Moreover, no one has any trouble understanding what you’re saying. When readers have to work at deciphering the meaning of part of all of a piece, it loses it’s effectiveness. You’ve never put your readers in that position.
If it’s okay with you, I’m going to use a couple of your pieces as examples in my Writing Poetry class that’s coming up in September. I want my students to get a good grasp on how effective this medium can be to make important statements into the political/social arenas. A lot of them come into this class thinking poetry is just fluffy stuff, and I’m out to clear up that myth.
Thanks Sandra, and you are welcome to use any of my poems in your class.
It’s strange how twisted becomes the thinking of men
When their hearts are hardened in the depth of their sin.