Orang by S. Rasa Rasika

Orang

The orange subsides

Each evolutionary step

Surrends to you, me: us

We, climbed the tree top

Behind the languid ape

Now struck, backtracks

Reaching a dizzy stop

Cornered, no man tactics

The orang is but a prop

To trap trees in factories

So metals can stack up

For Man’s fading memories

Need monumental support

Poem and Drawing by S. Rasa Rasika