The Raven and the Frogs

(An allegorical fable)

It happens in this world of ours:
Some fools will strive for tyrant powers,
While others bow, and fawn, and state,
And only learn to accurately croak/collaborate.
Our fable brings a lesson to the light;
Listen closely, folks, and view the plight.

Upon an ancient tree where peace once grew,
An old, fierce Raven ruled the swampy crew.
He crowned himself «The Sovereign for Life,»
And drowned the marshy laws in blood and strife.
The local Frogs grew fat within the mud,
And formed a chorus by the rising flood.
The Raven croaked—the Frogs would chant and sing:
«How deep and wise is our majestic King!»

Then came a day the Raven sought to fight,
To seize the neighboring Pond by brutal might.
«To war!» he shrieked. «To ruin and decay!»
And what of his submissive crowd that day?
They buried all their heads inside the muck,
And praised the Raven for his wicked luck.
«Croak-croak!» the passive choir began to cheer,
«We gladly watch the neighbors disappear!
As long as Raven keeps his battles high,
Our cozy swamp and feeding grounds won’t die.
We need no laws, no justice, no reform,
As long as mud remains so rich and warm!»

But in that war, the beasts and birds were slain,
The forests burned in agonizing pain.
The swamp was drying up from fire and smoke,
Yet still the submissive chorus blindly croaked.
They signed the Raven’s decrees, one by one,
Losing their minds before the day was done—
Just to remain in comfort, safe and deep,
While all the woods around them started to weep.

But then, the Raven fell, shot in the sky,
The neighboring Pond’s fierce anger reaching high…
Where was the crowd? The Frogs, in silent fright,
Vanished beneath the roots into the night.

Moral:
Not once or twice this natural law was shown:
A fool seeks profit where the flames are blown.
When a predator destroys the lands and crew,
The silent marsh remains submissive too.
But the forest knows: when the old oak shall fall,
The rotten grass cannot be found at all.

Last Updated on 27.10.2026 by iskova