Hysteria

If we are a breed of beings, Species of like doings- In the Milky Way Why not be that today? Have I turn a bat Lost my light of the frat Or a Braconid To my kind? Why the abrupt repellency To the unfolding literacy How will I feed my stance Upon the extinct of other hands? Why the weighed loathsome The infinite gruesome Of my phylum- Within my kingdom? What's with the conscription, The circumscprition- Of liberty Stamping it in entirety? What's with the thirst of a fuehrer, The ***** conceit of the other- To weightily parti pris And indulge in an hostility spree? Can I not be mindful of the Scythrops, Make of their trait crops, That will acculturate Rather than berate? Can I not be for the domain, My essence extended to the terrain, Express compassion without pain And adore for no gain? Instead, I lushed To hike mass agitative state, That deludes the mind Of my kind- To prey on their own.