'' Have A Guess '' Poem by Bri Mar

Greed is their king,
Feed on trash bling,
It's misery they bring,
They oppress.

What they enjoy,
Is the will to destroy,
Other life they annoy,
Dispossess.

With facts succinct,
Making others extinct,
With death they are linked,
They suppress.

They're intelligence led?
I wonder, who said?
Fill others with dread,
And distress.

Their weapons of woe,
Continue to grow,
It's disaster they sow,
What a mess.

The audacity to pray,
To whom they can't say,
Dispute this you'll pay,
God bless?

To get out of this place,
They do look to space,
Any alien race,
They will stress.

I hear you say who,
Could cause such ado,
Could it possibly be you?
Don't press.

They think they're superior,
Others are inferior,
Their motives ulterior,

‘' Have A Guess ‘'