Fossils

Never ending quest to save the world,
or understand.
Forsee the present reality,
as nothing worse than a bad hand.
Plastic on the roadside, burning a carbon footprint across the land
Debris, dismissed, fossilized dinosaurs pissed
they can’t come back, we’d kill them all over again.
Natives of the home, so brave
they slayed the indigenous along the way.
Billions of the disgruntled, machines to overrun,
no voices, hearts splayed,
sacraficed, the wealth of a handful.
Breaking down all the rest.
Open mouths, no chance to retaliate.
Seeking out a new world,
Left behind by those who wish them dead.

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