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.

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