Something Wicked this way came
And justified itself
By making hi res video games
Photo shop and drones
It learned to hunt
It farmed and fed
But never had enough.
Religion wasn’t forgiving
During Holy War
Art became a product
We taught machines to draw
Science blinded rabbits
Turned blessing into curse
We made our weapons terrible
And then we made them worse
He and She became They and We
But We were always Them and Us
We were never one with anything
Our works will soon be dust.
We are not the watchmen
We’re the stranger in the woods
We’re not immunisation
We’re contaminated bloods
We’re not the children’s hospital
We’re the Stalag Luft
We’re not the wildflower meadow
We’re the canker in the buds
We’re not the pinnacle of nature
We’re a xenomorph.
We stole the future from them
And they will never know.
We have stolen the White Rhino.
Like we stole the Xerces Blue
We stole them from our children.
It was The Human thing to do.
Photo: A Xerces Blue. Also extinct directly due to Us, We, Them.
