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