Saturday, 30 April 2016

Rikki-Tikki-Tavi by Rudyard Kipling

Based on this text I may evidence that the animals are acting just as wicked as humans who fight and kill for power, and that greed is stronger than moral. Animals in this text are imperialist, humans can be nice too. But goodness cannot exist without evil.

"It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating. "

                                                                -Oscar Wilde, The model millionaire

This text called Rikki-Tikki-Tavi written by Rudyard Kipling is about a mongoose, a brave mongoose, which fights against big and dangerous snakes without fear.
The author of the text shows us the wicked and evil pat of the idiom “survival of the fittest” but in a more human way.


The snake and his wife wanted to kill the humans who lived there because they did want to be the only owners of the place and make it their own kingdom, in which they were the only king and queen, Except of their kids, they were mad because their land was occupied by strangers, the land they seized.

The seized that land because was a place in which they can have a comfortable life, in which they can take care of their babies while they grow up, making sure they are safe and sound, then give them the land so they can keep the bequeathed.

A small but brave mongoose played the hero in this text. Is bewitching that a small mongoose scared the big, dangerous and selfish snakes, He wasn’t afraid of them, he actually was really pissed off by them and for him and his family that was unforgivable.

This brave mongoose proved his bravery fighting against the snakes for the humans; he will take a shot just to defend the innocent, he represents the goodness of humans. In the other hand, the snakes represent the wicked part of life. The mongoose couldn’t be good if there isn’t evil to fight with: And the snakes couldn’t be evil if there aren’t good animals to compare them with.



Saturday, 23 April 2016

When we had already leave

Roses are red
violets are blue
flowers fall from trees
and stay in the truf.

The green shrubbery
and the black oil
the stalks glancing
the life in the trees coils

Existance hesitates
wind vouches
that nature upbraids
it doesn't look good

is bewitching what they do, what they kill for
is mere trifle.
Briskly killing love
an acquaintance enemy

hate is their supper
they destroy heaven's bequeathed
humans are conceited and greedy.

they'll only see when we are all dead
that they can't drink
nor eat money, only then
when had already leave.