So the testosterone drive is noted
For making the humans more aggressive,
Just as the adrenaline rush
Makes them stronger.
Did the all-wise Creator carefully make it so?
I’ll summon my monkey colony.
We will pay a nearby human settlement a visit.
Of course, my fellows will have no idea
I am secretly happy for any chance to get at the humans.
We shall wreck their habitation.
A flying coconut here,
A crumbling wood there;
As our hands wreck their wooden houses.
(A monkey curse-word) on the occasional resistant brick houses!
Earth hath no scare like my alpha male-stare.
But, see them.
After a disaster, they come around.
They bend, and slowly re-form.
As they settle down together,
To begin re-building their lives.
They seize on hope more firmly
Than our prehensile limbs can grasp trees.
They reach out and connect,
To salvage from wrecks.
The halo of humanity!
P.S.: So, their hope-force
Is more aggressive
Than the testosterone drive,
And is stronger
Than the adrenaline surge.
The monkey hangs out at his balcony every night.
A sage this one is!
Whilst his more primitive members
Rave and carouse with the animal instinct,
And relieve their hormonal “heat”.
He observes the humans below:
A fascinating species, he has acknowledged.
He sees this man,
Labouring from dawn till dusk,
Looking several years worn out,
And several troubles bent over.
Probably has about five mouths to feed.
No hopeful bright on his face in the morning.
No grateful smile on his face in the night.
The confused monkey wonders:
What keeps him going?
See there again, that youth.
Could not afford to further his education.
Probably an orphan.
Supported by relatives,
Till he could just barely stand on his own.
Yet I have never spied him involved in a dubious situation.
But eh, how far can the monkey see hanging out from his balcony?!
A hopeful spark in the morning.
A downcast frown in the evening.
Yet he wakes up with the sun,
And walks into every new day.
The sage-ly monkey watches and wonders:
A hopeless worn-out family man
Always seeming on the brink of collapse;
A hopeful hard-knocked youth
Always seeming to have the worst of life.
Yet, they live on…
Through each day.
The wise monkey considers this:
The wisdom of the Creator –
As he carves all these words into a nearby tree
For all to see;
Whilst hanging out
From his balcony.