Friday, 6 May 2011

Route To Extinction

We are like marching ants
Constantly drooling over smells and scents
We might as well devour those withered plants
And carry the leftovers to our tents.

We hiss and roar at one another
Jokers we are judging from our grins
All we like to do is to endlessly smother
Without copulation we always produce twins.

Only a few of us stay hidden
Those who stay on the pure path of truth
They are not astray to the forbidden
However closely watched they are by the the sleuth.

The traffic is jammed again
Hunting for some more with spilled blood
Humanity does no longer reign
See how tyranny becomes the flood.


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