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?

Published by The BirthStrike Movement

We are leftist revolutionaries seeking to liberate children and animals from oppression.

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