In the timeless stillness of prehistory, where life and death intertwined like husband and wife, there were no ethics when it came to killing to survive. The poem, “The Silent, Violent Predator,” is all about this wild and precarious world where, perhaps, one of the universe’s most ancient predators—the T-Rex—dashed around as a ruthless loner.
Let’s explore the soul of this poem.
A T-Rex roamed when hunger did bite,
Through primordial lands all through the night.
No pack to drag her, no lover to bind,
Just wailings of the dead far behind.
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The poem begins with the hunt of a lonely T-Rex that has gone short of food. To meet her need, she doesn’t rely on a pack or a mate. There is no love or hate in this prehistoric apex predator—she is simply a force of nature.
She roams lands lush and green, yet deadly. Memories of past kills—and perhaps the spirits of the dead—linger behind her. Her primitive brain is sharp enough to navigate obstacles and pitfalls hidden by the beauty of nature.
The Primordial Drive and Its Authority
She stalked through thorns and beautiful green,
Past cunning traps and holes unseen.
No man-made rules, no gentle pause—
She lived as the truth in nature’s laws.
Here, the T-Rex becomes a symbol of pure natural instinct and unfiltered truth, unbound by any rules created by a “polite” human civilization. When survival is all that matters, there’s no room for rules or compassion—only the stealthy calculation of the hunt.
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Nature’s Brutal Order
The verses take us through a jungle—a realm of lethal secrets and trickery, designed to deceive, kill, and devour.
The grass whispered in jungle breath,
At haunted places of life and death.
Roots twisted with thick disguise,
But still, she remained primally wise.
This is no home for the cute, romantic, or innocent. Thanks to her inbuilt primal wisdom, the T-Rex is always a long way ahead of her prey. She’s the incarnation of nature itself—a mean killing machine.
A Ruthless Dance
The poem culminates with a reminder that illusions of peace have no place in the wild:
No roars of threat, no requests for peace,
No need for pack, no kills to cease.
No myths of hope, no lull, no den—
She moved in calm, with silent zen.
There is no sentimentality in the natural world. The T-Rex doesn’t growl to terrify or negotiate—her power lies in her stealthy, precise moves. No compassion. No pity. Only the solid, silent kill.
Lessons from the Ancient Apex
So, what can we learn from this prehistoric predator’s silent hunt?
Maybe it’s about embracing who we really are deep inside—no matter what our detractors say. The real “you” that is not trapped by terror-mongers, comfort zones, or the cozy cuddle of romantic love.
Photos by Tom Fisk & Morten Kappel (Pexels), edited by Vijay Praveen.
When darkness fell and the time was right,
She bit out of nowhere—no sound, no sight.
No manly brawn, no cutie sex—
Just death from the Silent, Violent Apex.
When the real, primitive killer instinct is at work, it is more powerful than masculine brawn, feminine charm, or seductive allure. The T-Rex, in her unstoppable hunt, is totally aligned with her purpose—to kill and eliminate her prey.
In a world overloaded with distractions and entertainment, maybe we too should learn from the T-Rex: to develop a razor-sharp, quiet focus. Like the silent but violent predator, we can cut through the noise and relentlessly pursue our goals—fearless, without regret, and coldblooded.
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