The savage

I have seen the face of evil

It smiled at the suffering

Stood in judgment of misfortune

As it tormented the weak

Wore a crown of avarice

Dressed in its own vanity

Seemingly too virtuous to reflect

Any sense of neglect

This wretched soul has no sympathy

The loss of reason seems the most dreadful trait

That enlivens no joy and alleviates no grief

This is indeed a miserable soul exiled from humanity

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in RISE, Camille’s second contemporary poetry collection. The savage explores the moral desolation of cruelty without conscience — portraying evil not as spectacle, but as a hollow, self-exalting force severed from sympathy, reason and any true claim to humanity.

This poem is available as a contemporary poetry print on textured recycled card.