*Sigh...
I've got a lot of assignment from last week. The worst thing is I didn't finish anything yet.*Maybe there was one, Miss M's essay of course* So, let's not waste our precious time.
*sigh*
Here's the poem that was given by my lecturer, Madam H. It's called The Builders by Sarah Henderson Hay and it's seemingly humorous allusion is to the children's tale The Three Little Pigs. The little pigs are 'the builders' of the poem and their story were told by the survivor of the onslaught that were brought upon by the Wolf*the antagonist of the story, which ironically killed by the final Little Pig* he who recommends “Brick is the stuff to build with, solid bricks.” His impractical siblings are devoured “hair and hide” as they sit “one in his crummy yellow shack, and one / under his roof of twigs".
However, the 'humorous' allusion above goes way beyond that. The last line "But I'd been willing to help them. all along,/If only they'd once admitted they were wrong." hint at a much more serious commentary about human nature. The pigs of the story book fame can be seen as human beings, so intent on their own ego or ideas that they'd turn their backs on humanity just, valuing being 'right' rather than doing the right thing. *now you understand why I was talking about PRIDE being a sin just now?* The pigs were so drawn into their own idealistic that they forgot which right and which wrong. The only thing that matters was that they themselves would ALWAYS be right, nothing else matters. *there's no freaking way I'm going to put pics of pigs in this blog*