Millennia,
I’d laid the plan
And
then the specter I called “man”
It
came the time to start again
To
cull the good from way back when
Yes,
give this group a big loud gong
When
creatures rise, for times so brief
And
then my system needs relief
Some
cataclysm cleans the slate
And
surely seals the culprits’ fate
Lord
sweeps them all to pearly gate
In
just a blink, their dooms await
Perhaps
I’ll feel no more such grief
In
breaking out my cleansing tools
No
more polluting, reckless fools
Mass
extinction, a painful must
Yea,
now I flex my will so just
Playing
God with my new gene pools
And
bowing to Creator’s lust
See
me transform ashes to dust
Try
once again to change the rules
The
ages come, and ages go
How
many times must I prove so
And
show my service is not “lip”
No
better time to flop the flip
Knowing
that “the thing’s the show
Good
gracious me, I’ll right the ship
Once
humans know, they’re just a blip
Don’t
shed a tear, I just “said no.”
This poem reflects my belief that humans will not be on this planet for very long. We think we're killing off the planet, but really we'll be killing off ourselves. Earth will survive. Global warming may be followed by a big ice age, new plants and animals will arise, and the earth will re-invent itself.
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