Are we

Are we

Mankind

The monster?

You might say, ‘not me’

Which might be true

Of you

But who is to say?

We are not

Always the best judge

Of ourselves

Bias is contagious

Idyls are full of plants,

The occasional squirrel

Scrumping for acorns,

A rabbit, maybe.

The sky is full

Of songbirds

Creating harmonies

There is no retribution,

Eden is paradise.

Nobody sets out

To be evil

Do they?

Maybe they do

Perhaps it is a life’s work

For a psychopath

“Look at me, ma-

I’m on top of the world.”

An accidental rise.

Bring them all down,

King Kong

Was a symbol

Of post-imperial

Colonialism

What a mouthful that is

On an empty stomach

Spit it out.

Mankind is always at the heart

Of things

Even though

It may have lost its own

Somewhere back

Along the track

Before the wheels

Were torn from

The peace train.