All the Animals

All the animals in the zoo / controlled chaos
Butting up against each other / and the system
Control? That is the illusion
Depending / of course / on your viewpoint
Everyone thinks their religion / is the best
For that is how we were raised
Gregarious or introverted
Hoping to do well / not to disappoint
Injuring none / especially ourselves
Just hoping for some justice
Kicking at the system / and its unfairness
Living our lives as best we can / or
May
Nothing seems quite good enough
Over and over again
Punishing us for our selfishness
Quietly / at night / when we are alone
Restrained in our own thoughts
Suddenly / up against ourselves
Thinking of the times / we were thoughtless
Under the illusion / belief / affront / that we were important
Vanity our guide
Wanton
Xenophobes thinking we’re different
Yelling at us because we’re
Zebras / not horses

/ / /

This poem was written to the day nineteen prompt at NaPoWriMo to write an abecedarian poem.

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