25 June 2012
Humans are a cancer, An illness, sick - a rash, A race beholding others, Uncaring of backlash.
They hunt the other species, Dominate the land, Leave nothing for the others, Barely room for them to stand.
And when it's hot, it's too hot, And when it's cold, they'll freeze, If they could they'd bar the weather, With one of their decrees.
Skylines turn to concrete, Metal obscures colour, And every inhabitation, Could not be any fuller.
Their pets are treated kindly, Their houses shine with pride, It's all about the personal gain, One or two confide.
They'll make music of destruction, Lie back and let it past, Washes over them, oblivious, Humans aren't meant to last.
Their actions speak of bravery, A bravery without the 'brave', Another music metaphor: Deceit at every stave.
They Won't Last. • Opuss № I