A New Species

He said to her: People or people-like species With better amygdala and hippocampus To recognize only love and peace stimulus With no thirst for blood in psyche For any purpose whatsoever Except medical surgery Is the door to a advanced species--- We have to evolve this way A further sway towards Christs The preceding plural is important In case we don’t want to get further shortened By terror weapon You belong to a new species, she said Why? He was all questions in his big eyes Your amygdala is not like ours Your hippocampus belongs to showers She was all love and praise He was at a little unease but said If we can environ our thoughts With struggle for flowers without stones We may have much less groans Fewer aching bones No battle zones to frighten It is possible if we can make possible The environment for a creative perception With no terror of destruction With the weapon of human-specific standards Of our life and State and nation She was silent but not vacant The starlight wrote their stories Of love dew and grass Hopes filling in the glass Don’t deprive and amass No fragile treaties To divide and rule the species She and he New dreams beside the time stream A delicate query A prospective thesis Of a new species Following the Continuous mutations in our genes Through aeons and aeons That we have been walking on the earth Essentially in mirth _____________________________________________ April 5, 2016 A New Species – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen