'' Our Contract Will Now Face Rescission '' Poem by Bri Mar

We were given the chance,
All life to enhance,
Their idea was intelligence led,
They planned in advance,
Now they look askance,
As we love to deal in the dead.

In an arrogant pose,
You love to foreclose,
On anything you class as living,
Good practice you oppose,
Why, who knows,
You do prefer taking to giving.

It isn't fair,
You poison the air,
You pollute the land and the seas,
By refusing to share,
You show you don't care,
You believe you can do what you please.

You are out of control,
You have sold your soul,
Everything you do is in haste,
We cannot condole,
Nor will we console,
Common decency can no longer be traced.

Torturing's a skill,
You rape and kill,
You are totally obsessed with death,
Well we've had our fill,
It's your blood we'll spill,
Prepare to exhale your last breath.

You've refused to adhere,
We will not shed a tear,
On the madness of power you've binged,
We will make it clear,
You're not welcome here,
Why? You are totally unhinged.

Your universal travel,
We will unravel,
The federation has made that decision,
Your continued cavil,
Will fall under the gavel,

‘' Our Contract Will Now Face Rescission ‘'