The Bohemoth

I fear the behemoth becomes too strong

and Earth is a place we now don’t belong.

As humanity thunders over us all,

life as we know it is doomed to fall.

What will we be a decade from now?

Will we still exist, and if so, how?

The top heavy weight we are today

must mean that a fall is on the way.

Humanity consumes our basic need;

next years future in a simple seed.

There is no future, there is no way

humanity can continue this way.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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