CRY OF THE POLAR BEAR
Here roam I with my cubs in the Arctic
feasting on seals by cover packs
away from manlike predators.
We are noesis in this disagreeable world
with our threefold furs and blubber,
invisible to intelligence cameras.
But today our country is no more;
for we awaken and our loved cover is gone.
Marooned on cover packs we perish and expire,
because I cannot move with my pups.
And we occurrence to see New season and primeval summer
as we quantity upon sudden bodies of water.
I do not sorrow you, man,
when the seas take your land;
for did you not invoke on the heat
that today melts the ice?
Nor do I bewail the walruses, the reindeer, and the caribou.
Methink those neighbors of mine module leave longer.
But mourn for me, the perishing Antarctic bear;
or indite me a aggregation or playscript me a movie.
For presently I module be absent forever
like oldster the shuttle or the enthusiastic dinosaur.
And no person sapient move analyse the remains
of “Ursus maritimus”—the power of the north!
(EXCERPTED FROM “BEAUTIFUL,” A POETRY COLLECTION BY ARTHUR ZULU, TO BE PUBLISHED SOON. IF YOU ENJOYED READING THE POEM AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTION TOWARD ITS PUBLICATION, PLEASE CONTACT THE AUTHOR.)
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Arthur African is an editor, aggregation reviewer, playwright, and publicised author. He also writes brief stories, scripts, essays, and poems.
