Wetiko

This instinct was handed from serpents to thieves and priests
Feed off their own; destroy their homes
In search of conquering their pride
Spine is ripped out, any vertebrae of ethics is in dismay
Survival; how great it is and how’d you get it?
It’s obvious death comes, aside from your wealth, stature and healthcare
Power is why a human lives, while every organism just is
Malevolence molesting the systems of life
Annihilate ourselves, impacting all those to come

A step backwards, with nuclear arms
We’re wild with greed
Scarred by political charm
Depreciating with excess force
Protesting with only an unarmed voice

Tools of a trade are tossed for the fancy life
Led by the embalmed and blind
Someone take my spine before it’s lost
Give me fire and a blade to last
I’ve broken down sensitive eyes
To frost over those who won’t grasp their lives

Push!
No need for the stampeding
Human sized but making paths that have an impact
The game then connects from traveling
Without each pollination
We are unraveling
Sand blast battered with molten rock
We’ve evolved to be soft
The few will live and gorge on flesh
No animal without fangs is feared

Filed down
Down to stubs
Filed down
When we are young
Destroying all learning, label it a phase
To be forgotten, not knowing hunger pains
Filed down
When we are young