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Vanilla Afterthoughts
Strange how everything evolves except love
it just comes in one sweet-fleeting flavor-
Hate and destruction have evolved
We went from clubs, bow and arrow
to a fetish for nuclear diseases.
If love had evolved
missiles would forever sleep in their rattlesnake dens
we'd have repurposed howitzers to flower gardens
black words would reverse course
before having intercourse with hate and death
but we're a harsh species an eight eyed tumor on fire
-a species on the
precipice of mass extinction
Many are wants -demands -desires
instant gratification at our soft fingertips
patience and empathy once callused into the psyche
are now an annoyance
an open wound on the genitalia of ego
a sterile afterthought
Strange how everything evolves except love
it comes in just one sweet-fleeting flavor
Hate has evolved
Rape-Beheadings have become blasé
bloody brooks and streams and wounded knees
poison clouds and plutonium ponds
Jesus can't come soon enough.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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