Tarsier
A jungle environment
With fists clenched tight.
Clinging onto fig branches
Like a baby koala.
Fingers sharp and tightened,
Like ET,
Calling phone to home.
Eye sockets widened,
Like a yellow sun orbits
Rays beam onto bodies.
Like a volleyball soaring
Onto compressed knuckles.
As golden as a flower pistil
Inactive on green grass.
Not the shrewdest mammal around
The weight of his brain trifling.
Like a relic dinosaur
His understanding can expand.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world
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