Evolution
Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life
A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate
Automaton march
blindfolded into prisons
wifi choir to gobble in slavering mouth
the dance of freedom
Piled to height shop window front
a catalog of so many possessions
scrape nail biting destitution
of anything of all
but nothing at all
without them
Merry-go-around and round and around
the cul-de-sac of evolution
entrenched, entranced the myriad of human
jack-hammered incessant
into the point of believing
and by deaths alter
sacrifice life
Every dream a skirmish
squandered to the three percent
take a selfie
maybe it’s the only way to ease the pain
be just a ghost in life
who’s monument was the tombstones of prophets
and the next generations list of regrets
Round and around the merry-we-go around
bruised in the dirt by same old, old same trip wires
todays tomorrow repeated again
as if we all have nothing to learn
Evolution
is just a conciliatory conceptual term
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2017
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