Wednesday, October 29, 2025

The End Game

Preserve life should be our highest order
But we've created paths of constant war 
We shouldn't feign that we are unaware
Losing both mind and soul, demeaning
A need for defense is called out by many 
They kill, whether to defend or attack
A world suffers weather, disaster, meteors
All dangerous but they're without malice
We function far better without slaughter
Or genocide, the invasions, without hate
To co-exist, share, to be a united species
Rather, we will again choose differently 
Instead play a one lane game of chicken
With no helmets, driving wide load trucks
We choose to cross into the other lane
Then reaching check mate, mind game
Bright as you are, you see your king tip
For you were unwilling to sacrifice, fall
We watch as our species goes extinct
Due our failure, blame is ours, equally
The shame upon us, should be known
Each could do more than one thing
And instead we wanted the moment