I Was There - Now I Am Here Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

Man-made jungle, grey and brown colored forest abound,
Giant hawks perched on cornices - ready to claw;
Vulnerable humans innocently trot through,
Each to their affairs - some with a heart to carry,
Others being carried by their mind - and yet most -
Guided by their senses of good heart and mind.

Let your heart and mind be a beadle to your daily affair,
And a sense to be aware of the hawks hovering over the air,
Ready to pounce on a victim, should the opportunity avail -
We all have our daily toils - to work and fulfill -
Let not the Giant hawks be our model in life's travail
For they claw and drain our needs - thus our lives in peril.

Be not naive of the hawk's evil will to prevail...
And be not innocent of your real humanistic instinct,
For in a man-made jungle the race to wealth is a real deal -
Giant hawks, perched on a cornice, waiting for a prey to hoodwink -
Be aware of your daily toil - for toil you must as well think
To survive in a man-made jungle full of perilous trail.

I am a victim... calling out with a warning...
From a deep hole - I cry for help that only I can bring.