Our creators are tense,
They are in suspense,
They converse, as we face extinction,
It doesn't make sense,
Are they really that dense,
When killing they make no distinction.
Life was made to enjoy,
Yet they live to destroy,
They no nought of the meaning of shame,
Though it does annoy,
The deceit they deploy,
Means that, they don't accept blame.
Their lack of trust,
Fills us with disgust,
Fraternity, is all we ever wanted,
Greed is a must,
To each other unjust,
Only happy when they're being taunted.
They believe it's their right,
To feel delight,
When they decide to murder at will,
They do love to fight,
Wars don't give fright,
They see it as part of their drill.
They want to deprive,
Anything alive,
Of the right to live a good life,
Their will to survive,
Gives them the drive,
To ensure they cause others strife.
It is our intention,
There'll be no intervention,
The decision has already been taken,
They had no comprehension,
That history would mention,
‘' The Human, Had Finally Been Forsaken ‘'
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" The Human, Had Finally Been Forsaken ‘' The happenings around us today seem to lend credence to this but I know that God has not forgotten us. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments