'' The Final Solution '' Poem by Bri Mar

We're killing for fun,
It's a total disgrace,
Soon we'll be done,
No more human race.

There's no distinction,
Be it colour or creed,
To cause extinction,
We've a terrible need.

Ask yourself why,
Living's so bad,
That we want to die,
It's really so sad.

Is there a reason?
We're obsessed by death,
It's akin to treason,
To take that last breath.

We've lost the plot,
Suicides the norm,
No one's distraught,
Any port in a storm.

Butchery we've mastered,
We'll be left bereft,
Kill every bastard,
There'll be nothing left.

As the end draws nearer,
We continue the killing,
It couldn't be clearer,
To stop we're not willing.

We will never agree,
Is that evolution?
Yes, you and me,
We're,

‘' The Final Solution ‘'