Stranded on an island,
I cannot forget my dignity. I cannot forget the things society has given me.
No cannibalism for me.
No unfair monarchy.
No Lord of the Flies-type disregard for me. I will not set the island on fire.
I will not hunt mercilessly to the environment.
I will leave some pigs alive and not steal all the fruit.
I will make sure everything is left intact upon my rescue.
I cannot forget the rules because being human will no longer be cool.
It will be a thing of the past, a foggy fad.
I am afraid I would go internally mad.
What’s the thing that makes us all human?
If I go on an island,
I will make sure I bring my democracy to it.
Which is dignity, the thing by which I stand.
I want to be an alien to no man.
One day I will meet a visitor upon that island.
I will be an example:
My dignity as a human will shine like a tantalizing apple,
It will feed like a poor man’s chapel;
Being marooned on that island will no longer seem like a hassle.
I shall feel at home like a cool Snapple in my hand. I can taste the conversion of beast to man. Order will be kept by dignity’s hand.
And lead us stranded to the familiar land.