'' Of All That's Extinct '' Poem by Bri Mar

If life's for living,
Why do we kill,
It's so unforgiving,
The fear we instil.

Bombs and guns,
Butchering each other,
Planes on their runs,
All life they smother.

Innocents lie dying,
A poor bleeding child,
Parents stand crying,
Their lives defiled.

Utter devastation,
Is what makes the news,
We have a fixation,
Praising their views.

The civilised minority,
Pretend that they care,
Showing their authority,
By not being there.

Our appetite to destroy,
Is now out of control,
Mass murder we enjoy,
Humans have no soul.

Weaponry is a curse,
It's not used to defend,
Things can only get worse,
If our ways we don't mend.

The 21st century?
And genocide is rife,
It's a penitentiary,
For all innocent life.

To death and disasters,
Our species is linked,
Humans are the masters,

‘' Of All That's Extinct ‘'