Predation In Woeful Times
Predation In Woeful Times
By Roy Merritt
Life is getting ghastly now
For few it seems sublime
Everyone engrossed with thoughts
Of predation in woeful times
In times like this trust for neighbors
Is a luxury you can’t define
You can’t depend on anybody
With predation in woeful times
Who knows if some day soon
Some day just down the line
We’re all at each others throats
With predation in woeful times
Will we turn to cannibalism
The ugliest of human crimes
Soon enough enslave each other
With predation in woeful times
Might we lose our beating hearts
Like some wretched thing in slime
Will we turn into grotesque beasts
With predation in woeful times
Will we revert to when this earth
First fostered our tenuous kind
Will we divorce from Darwinism
With predation in woeful times
Will we blow up this planet
Are we thus far inclined
Perhaps we deserve all this
Predation in woeful times
Might it be we deserve all this
Predation in woeful times
Copyright © Roy Merritt | Year Posted 2016
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