Article XML https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/view.article.php/252/c5 2026-04-25T21:35:44+00:00 https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/ https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/images/logo.png text/html 1970-01-01T00:00:00+00:00 https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/ wizanda https://www.wizanda.com/modules/article/view.article.php/252/c5 Category: Poetry<br />Keywords: Attention, Alarm, Humanity, Sociology<br />Summary : A Poem About How People Like to Feel Shock, Before SkillPoem of circus fuss,<br />Where people love that which cussed:<br />Like when a clown performs,<br />It's what alarms, warms;<br />Yet when a juggler flows,<br />It feels slow?<br />Like how can it be so?<br />When a lion pounces,<br />The crowd announces;<br />Yet with tame and plain,<br />No flame and slain,<br />The crowd doesn't exclaim?<br />Instead disdain,<br />Slowly proclaim,<br />For the lion to bring pain,<br />Or at least entertain;<br />So all can reclaim,<br />Something not mundane.<br />So to shock is the cause,<br />Yet why the knock or the pause,<br />Perhaps a mental block;<br />Where we can't undo the lock?<br />Recognizing the skill, <br />Instead of want the kill.<br />Learning not to applaud,<br />Because it breaks the clause;<br />But rather it implores,<br />To do something more.<br />