Mummies without hearts,
They seem to live,
They walk the streets,
May God our ways forgive?
Rats, in the streets,
Rats, in the trees,
Rats, everywhere I look,
Rats, everywhere I see
So does the NCC
Poison in Strathcona Park,
In daylight and in dark,
Maim and kill, much vermin there,
I thought it was a lark,
No, but also owl, or hawk, or other,
It seems it does not bother,
No connection can they see,
Our lofty NCC
Would a dog, poison his neighbour,
His kin of other kind,
Yet here, this so called superior species,
Apparently don’t mind,
Too many rats, they say,
I beg your pardon,
Too many humans do I see,
That wanders in Gods garden,
Arrogant to top it all,
A mean spirited creature,
Aggressive to all God’s kin,
Lays claim to have Gods feature,
Though what really does me gall,
Humane they call themselves,
Compassionate and all,
These fat cat little elf’s,
This Godly perfect, and divine,
We ravage all there is, our species,
Kill and poison, mutilate, then in the end,
Just leave behind our feces,
How more that hole that buries us,
Should not, it deeper be?
For to this earth, we are a cuss,
Face down, this earth should see.©27/10/2010
Be always safe,
Karen
John