by EsTerre
We blow the tops off mountains
We dredge the bottom of seas
We fly to visit other planets
And have done away with bees
We are prolific with our seeds
And don’t give a second thought
To what is in store for the weeds
That into the world we brought
Was that Creator on drugs
When he gave free will to thugs?
Or are we more likely an animal
Whose make-up is pretty abysmal
We think we are oh so genial
Superior to any other creature
Yet, we tease, we bitch, we torture,
We envy, we steal and we kill
Oh yes from time to time we love
Often when we’re after something
Someone else’s treasure trove
Which with delight home we bring
To lead we select the powerful
Even if they’re wholly inept to rule
Why must this gorgeous planet
Be plagued with such a big fool?
The Birthstrike Movement 