The Life & Times of MeMarkIAm

This one's a bit heavy, but vents my shame & disgust at what we as a species have done to the Earth and the creatures we share it with.


The Apocryphal Horse of the Apocalypse

The Apocryphal Horse of the Apocalypse
Came forth from the Seas to whet its' lips
To sup on the Land, and gorge on the Oceans
And assuaged all the carnage with motions and potions
Hither and thither it criss-crossed the land
Casting spells & chicanery with a wave of its' hand
So it gathered and hunted, then hunted and gathered
Soil fecundity was blunted, not that that mattered
When each part was parched, on it would go
The Horse of the Apocalypse never would slow
Flora & fauna, crushed to the sod
When things got too bad, it created a God
'Go forth and multiply', down came the injunction
But multiply 5 billion, and little will function
Perhaps God would save it, even from itself
But even this great God has left it on the shelf
This specious species, guided by sophists
Mumbling and bumbling, engulfing the Earth with acrid mists
The seeds of destruction lodged deep in its' psyche
Ignoring all guidance to press the release key
And so we have now, the cusp of a wave
The not-so-Apocryphal Horse, and its' self imposed grave

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