Even Our Endocrine Systems:
For two hundred and seventy five days we are all safe,
but innocence eludes us all on our birthday.
With corruption taking over from then on until
it is time for checking out and our final departure.
The world is no longer a pretty place
with so much trickery and careless squander.
Pollution not just outside, but within our
minds, our brains and even our endocrine systems.
Can we one day bring back what God made or
will he come calling and finally take it all away?
We deserve no mercy, no grace and definitely no
kind consideration; what was Eden is now a morbid place.
All the fighting between each race, with
killing like the general flavor of the day.
My senses numb, how can humankind
be so dumb, is this not hell bent self destruction?
Play on, play away all our last and valuable resources.
For at the end of the day it will be no use for us to pray.
No answers, no solutions, just our blind stupid selfish
arrogant ways, our time will soon be ending.
Some day very soon we must give way, so that
Cockroaches can have their day.
In some ways we are related to them in some
careless manner, spreading disease and fornicating.
When tomorrow comes, you and I will
have become displays next to the
extinct dinosaurs of yesterday.
Is this not to your liking or so fulfilling?
More global warming with each new morning.
We must make way for new species whilst we
continue to wade through our own faeces.
Turn back the clock, the future is far too daunting!
Steven Beesley © Written on 18th May, 2007
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