Necessary Evils Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

Hustle and bustle each minute of day
Burdened low with trifles entangling.
If stop to wonder and venture ask, as one may,
The reply be: necessary evils, that's the thing!

How much weight can a creature be loaded
Through life's trip from cradle to grave?
Grunts and sweat under yokes, nature eroded
For feed, hide wear and tear, and remain brave?

The Jungle's Law, is it true, still dominates?
The High-Sits compare, sneer, glare, appreciating.
Penny tinkling for penny, while the ill debates
For Privilege, fair play gilded flag depreciating.

Birds of prey need no prayers, evils feed on evils,
Even God may be tired and close his eyes to upheavals.

Nov.29th,2008.