Humanity’s Rare Leaders (War) - Poem by Philip Housiaux
How can our species leave the zoo?
Or any of us, knowing that within
our most sacred, that mother next to be
a phantom that would wipe her face of glee.
Sharing but umbilical cord strangling
the other - harbouring bloom of sin
a non-zygotic, contagion of a twin.
A phantasm, yet born among us
of same wail ruptured chrysalis.
Blood shared - only to poison and piss
killing our kinds kidney, sinister
our amniotic fluid to fester.
Now off-springs well a fistula
scalpel tossing, truth’s rare leaders
high off Eve’s yolk bloated wall.
Better to kill human rivals
as invisible foetal clot fall
than shooting adults with a pistol
or ruling The Middle - with settler racists.
Besides, how else would you explain
unnoticed dearth of leaders loyal
to our races gain or survival
and terminating us, mere complaint?
So democracies choice a phantasm breeder
righteous lying prophet, True Leader.
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