Talking To An Elephant In a Tree

TALKING TO AN ELEPHANT IN A TREE by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I was stunned this morning saw an elephant in a tree Motioning, trumpeting, hey, please come talk with me Tell me please, how in the world did you get up there ? You sentenced me to this place since you don’t care About the poor, disabled, aged and the mentally ill As long as your coffers are to the brim filled What are you doing sitting in a tree all alone ? Observing the madness that mans greed has sown So tell me, how long have you sat there all alone ? Been in this tree, lets see, since man started to own He started out, simply gathering a few pretty stones Then others joined causing clashes and undertones Accumulations of objects brought about some envy Then suddenly another accumulator became an enemy The possession of objects then became an addiction To own n amass fortunes was the common ambition You haven’t progressed much since those early days Accumulating, not letting anything, escape your gaze Initially you were crude, a quick strike to the head Now more sophisticated: you lend money instead The strong rule the weak, the smart run the show It’s the same tunes and libretto where ever you go Crescendoes will be reached then the bubble pops Chaos will ensue, when the music stops I see more and more elephants sitting in trees Dominating the landscapes causing sages ill ease Elephants becoming impatient, angry, sitting in trees Malcontention has no remedy, with which to appease I noticed each time I visit; the elephant gets bigger His continued bloating will eventually trigger A destructive insurrection against the status quo Possessions, worthless, when there’s no place to go