Poetic-Verses
'' As We Treat Vermin ''
Infinite resources, are out there,
But they are meant for others,
Of those alien forces, be aware,
Reality the Human smothers.
On this Earth since we showed face,
Destruction we've contrived,
Where we berth others, we displace,
Such changes since Humans arrived.
Though here before Humans appeared,
We just don't seem to care,
We've no rapport they must be cleared,
Despite their dark despair.
They become extinct they won't be missed,
That is what we believe,
Our lives are linked it's why we exist,
But we Humans live to deceive?
We have limited time on where we live,
As sustenance is running out fast,
Our terrible crime nature won't forgive,
Soon we'll be in the past.
Gold and oil equal human health,
That is a bad mistake,
Some may recoil but life is wealth,
Our existence is what is at stake.
If we're overrun by rats or mice,
We kill them, take them out,
By trap or gun, they'll pay the price,
Of that there'll be no doubt.
Territory is king to any life,
It helps them stay alive,
What we bring is total strife,
The fittest don't always survive.
Travelling to space will be the same,
No this is not a sermon,
They will not embrace the Human shame,
They'll treat us,
' As We Treat Vermin '
But they are meant for others,
Of those alien forces, be aware,
Reality the Human smothers.
On this Earth since we showed face,
Destruction we've contrived,
Where we berth others, we displace,
Such changes since Humans arrived.
Though here before Humans appeared,
We just don't seem to care,
We've no rapport they must be cleared,
Despite their dark despair.
They become extinct they won't be missed,
That is what we believe,
Our lives are linked it's why we exist,
But we Humans live to deceive?
We have limited time on where we live,
As sustenance is running out fast,
Our terrible crime nature won't forgive,
Soon we'll be in the past.
Gold and oil equal human health,
That is a bad mistake,
Some may recoil but life is wealth,
Our existence is what is at stake.
If we're overrun by rats or mice,
We kill them, take them out,
By trap or gun, they'll pay the price,
Of that there'll be no doubt.
Territory is king to any life,
It helps them stay alive,
What we bring is total strife,
The fittest don't always survive.
Travelling to space will be the same,
No this is not a sermon,
They will not embrace the Human shame,
They'll treat us,
' As We Treat Vermin '
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`` As We Treat Vermin ``
`` As We Treat Vermin ``
