there’s a scourge upon the earth
a leaching stinking mould
putrid their corruption
truly awful to behold
fragile minds with linear time
days in front and days behind
so small and insignificant
believing they’re magnificent
they’re the future
they’ve evolved
yet still world peace has not been solved
capable of great empathy
but that’s to much like work you see
it’s easier, though it’s left unsaid
to act like animals are brain dead
it’s too much work to know they feel
spoils their fun and ruins their meal
so blood and sports they still enjoy
those animals are their personal toys
they even take their freedom away
so they might gaze at them one day
slobbering greasy greedy hands
will murder just to steal new lands
time goes by and they grow worse
every day a whole new curse
snapping selfies screaming ‘ like us ’
time to wipe this human virus

© katMad