Thumbing his chest the hairless beast,
He boasts, but ringing hollow,
His fears, his threats, to say the least,
His ego will soon follow,
Buried in that cavern deep, that sits atop his head,
Therein lies his pride, it shows,
It grows by leaps and bounds, while his soul goes dead,
However, swaggering with pride; he goes,
With bigger better toys he plays,
Then his brothers in the wild,
These with egos pride displays,
Claims, he’s Gods only child,
Molesting though his earthlings kin,
Rapes and pillage their domain,
He knows they cannot win,
All powerful his brain,
However, shrinkage in his heart and soul,
Diminished by the brains advance,
Forgets the end result, the goal,
Without them he has no chance,
False pride, his major sin, he cannot see,
To that his ego is so blind,
That without them all, he cannot be,
Unless his heart be kind,
Dinosaurs had lived their day,
A rock had done them in,
We’re smarter though, we found a way,
I think; God called it sin!
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Eileen
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You described this person (and it could be anyone) beautifully.
Mary