Written some time between 1990-1993
The start of a new society alone
A clean slate to work with, you see
Except for the influences of whats been shown
And the ways they were brought up to be
Not understanding how or why
But realizing the task before them
A fine line separating to live or to die
They bonded in this new form of freedom
It was a utopia from the start
Until people strove for more power
Rationality on the island had no part
And the storm of anarchy began to shower
The one they elected as chief
Was chosen because of his looks
And the conch he found in the reef
So this great power he took
There was an opposing force, as always must
The one with the strength and the knife
Overpowered by the savagery and bloodlust
Obsessed to steal from a pig, its life
The one neglected by most
Was the one with reason and law
Power and standing is what he lost
He succumbed to the passion of the pig’s jaw
They began to worship a head
Of a pig killed by the clan
This symbolized civilized society was dead
And the peace was lost when they killed a man
The death of the outsider
He who saw the island decaying
Showed reason was not an abider
And to the officer it looked like playing
Without the provisions of society’s ways
Without its influences or rules
Golding attempts to show from our first day
Savagery is one of man’s innate tools
The domain of the lord of the flies
Is a places where all reason and logic dies.