Is there an intelligence involved,
In the creation of this Earth?
Does the Earth itself
Have an intelligence misunderstood?
It is a mindless breed who feed like maggots,
On the back of this spinning ball.
And scientists are hired,
For their genius observations?
To reveal the facts to all?
No wonder Mother Nature,
Has unleashed Her displeasure
Upon the idiots...
Who take for granted,
Why they are here and 'how' in the first place
They exist!
Fools who qualify themselves,
As progressive thinkers of our times.
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I wholeheartedly agree with this poem! Well-written and very deserving of a 10! Warmest Regards, Eliza Stine