A post human

The coming reality seemingly so
The intrinsicallity comes with a flow
Of energy if it survives what we see
The end of the great path to humanity
A post human so called stands in the sand
A small glass of water he holds in his hand
His breath is supplied an arboretum now we
Watch as he gasps from that last little tree

He stands there observing the planet he knew
Full of abundance when blue skies were blue
When rivers and strEams were abundant with life
When the Badgers and foxes didn’t face strife
From hunters and farmers and, officials
Too
Who Were all in the pockets of people like you

The corporate raiders came down from the skies
Chem trails and GMO’s were no surprise
Logging and deforestation and more
The palm oil corporates drumming up war
The new world order in dumps everywhere
The radiation that led to despair
Forced vaccinations eugenics in tow
All that’s left one post human
And he is on show

Almost 8 billion were cast to the swine
I recall Mary Shelley and of course Frankenstein
From her brain did it crawl from the bodies and graves
This epic came forth so worthy of praise
It developed the corporate will to expose
The riches galore until one dying rose
It’s petals dropped down on the polluted earth
Once loaded with life now of little worth
Just one post human nothing to say
Watch him the last one to wither away

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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