the sapiens full

Voilà, sapiens,
the full within.

Tailless wonder,
speaking its heart out.
Upright bloke
beneath a cocky brain.

Refined, renewed, none least without;
Pleasing the violent beast within.
The beast it smote
with a single stroke.
The beast then rose
and struck a pose.

Clear, clever, cleansed by speech;
Choking out lies, a license to preach.
The insane chirp
and the inane squeal.
Now just a burp
after every meal.

Straight, slight, a peculiar gait;
Striving constantly to gravitate.
How it dreamt to fly!
How it kept up the vow!
Now it rises up high,
now it stoops too low.

Rosy, raunchy, a beautiful mind,
nosing its way through the neighbour's hind.
A Gleaning beat,
so flowing kind.
A searing heat,
go blowing blind

Guile, vile, all smiles fellow;
Guiding it is a will so fallow.
Destined to amaze;
Bigheaded eccentricity.
It's only a rare case
of mistaken identity.

The only Homo left alive
is, no wonder, left to thrive.

Instars

They shed their skins of old,
to breathe in the air that
they'd shied for so long,
to lie content in death.
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On a day so dark, lost and forgotten,
that every spark was percieved as the work of god -
a path defined that would lead the ones
who could see the light at the end of the tunnel
to a place so glad, so full of glory,
one could live there forever and more.
But no one could see. Nobody had eyes.
Yet they could see! And they followed their eyes
to the ends of the world and the ends of glory.

Now, the wise and the fearful stayed behind,
for neither could see and neither pretended to.
Deprived of mirth and deprived of anger,
deprived of sorrow, they would stay underground
waiting for the moment their eyes will be opened,
waiting for the time they would sense the stars.
Instars! Instars! They were going to change.
It'll happen in an instant or may take an age.
There was something inside them, and out it came.

Paradise was hot and overflowing life,
the inhabitants, sour and ever-repentant
for having taken the bait all so gladly,
for forsaking peace for eternal glory.
How they wished to go back in time
and enact the play all over again.

Every stage was an innovation,
every instar, an image of faith.
They threw out their fears and false wisdom.
But, for all this change, their essence remained.
Under the starry sky, one new moon night,
crept the instars out of darkness, finally unto light.

They watched dumbstruck as the gods sprouted
from the moist earth beneath their feet;
a flawless army, oozing strength,
kindness and pain buried deep within.
They fell on their knees and started singing hymns
in praise of the almighty that had ditched their kin.

Greeted, they were, by these grim beasts
that struck the land like it was a drum,
clamoured some nonsense and hooted ignorance.
In spite of their disappointment, they were moved to pity
on seeing what had become of their beloved friends.
They had to make a choice and make it soon,
so they revealed their true selves and lied about the truth.

They shed their skins of old and emerged anew.
They breathed in the air and flew in it too.
They'd hid for too long fearing to be hated.
Now, they lie content in death, finally having mated.

survival of the richest

The world is rolling down
the road which has no return,
while the hungry lord is gobbling up
the relief stocks down his throat.

Major rise in minor sects
and minor shifts in major wise.
Wipe the slate clean monkey son
because here only the richest survive.

The richest demand and the richest consume.
It's the richest who make them all the rules.
If the richest spare, there's surplus produce
only to be consumed again by the richest few.

Born off their sins and so naïve.
Buried for none, buried for fun.
Scribble it quick and memorise my son,
here only the richest survive.

The richest decide and the richest divide.
It's the richest who take the rest for a ride.
And as they are all pushed, one by one, out the side,
the riches have a bite and the trucks no guide.

When they reach the point of no return,
there's no turning back;
with regret, only looking back.
Take a look at what has survived!
Smelly, sagging sacks of fat.

Because here only the shittest survive.

manifestations

come, man,
come on.
what's goin' on?
blurt the crap out before you burn out.

showin',
they're showin'
now in every scene.
little amazin' how every eye's blurred now.

look,
and take notice.
you wish you don't note it.
not that you don't know it but you still won't show it.

it's everywhere.
not a nook where it's not there.
perennial infiltration.
perpetual intoxication.
man, they're showin'.
human infestations.
the symptoms are showin'.

are these mere speculations or the truth too late?
it was you.
it was you who pulled the trigger thinkin' it'd do you some good.
what effect it was gonna have on planet peace was immaterial to you.
rubbishin' the obvious, you went on ahead with your development dream.
everything green was replaced by shining steel. your demolition spree.
you spread like a wild fire uncontrolled till you consumed all that was wild.
doubts sprang from every patch of mud; concerns raised from all sides.
you chose to remain oblivious and said things were happening as deemed.
but how long can one shut his eyes and pretend the world wasn't as it seemed?

look now and take notice of the symptoms of your infection;
the outcome of the pain inflicted by your crazy notions.
it's everywhere.
not a crack nor a crevice where it's not present.
it's everywhere.
not a grain of sand that wouldn't tell the story
of the gory consequences of your unwary actions.
not a dying soul that wouldn't carry your legacy back to the heavens.

it's everywhere.
not a nook where it's not there.
human infestations.
now it's showin' man.
now it's showerin' man.
now it's rainin' man.
now it's pourin' man!
so many infestations.
manifestations.

the trees have gone bald,
the oceans ruined,
the bergs are iceless,
the arctic scorching,
the skies are airless,
the clouds rotten,
the rocks heaved,
the waters wasted,
the reefs bereaved,
the tropics tortured,
the woods cleared,
agricultured,
nature's muted,
lives mutated,
wild makeover,
extincted,
principles gone bad,
truths tinted,
transport gone mad,
horse-powered,
cars heralded,
gas guzzled,
economy boomin',
poverty ignored,
unscrupulous bombin',
crimes pardoned,
wars glorified,
pain worshipped,
tribes abolished,
reformers admonished.

too many creations.
too many lesions.
depletions, destructions,
alterations, altercations,
pillage, carnage and hallucinations.

yes, man, these are the manifestations.
so many, so many manifestations.
you're all over the place and you're runnin' out of space.
you pulled the trigger thinkin' it'd do you some good,
but now the gun's got a mind of its own and is firin' back at you.
yes, it's firin' back at you.
the manifestations are catchin' up with you.

you'll choke yourself to death but, it seems,
you still won't take responsibility for your deeds.

fallacies of a corrupt species

fate. it's a twisted thing.
the age we're in.
just shut your senses,
it'll take you for a spin.
am in a bin.
too late, it's a sin not to date.

what?

it's not like what it was meant to be.
come, you should see the days of glee;
those that are past.

65 million years ago,
dino bro, where'd you go?
we were oh so eager to know
what would've happened when the giants
met in an all-thrashing show.
but you were gone.
you're gone.
what fun is it to rule alone?

let us have another look
at the time buried under time.
an oath we took,
to transfer power
from the higher to the lower,
slow and good.
so, we'd planned a party
and hoped to have a rocking time;
to break the shackles and to shake the floor.
in all the excitement, we missed the impostor.

rats!
you were thwarted by the rats, congrats!

the rats did gnaw into our pride,
but they did not exterminate.
it's you, abominable apes!
mass-murdering creeps.
it's coz of you, the earth has been raped
of its riches and all the treasures
that long ago draped the world; you gaped
and wondered what you'd do.
there's none who'd sue you.
you came of age.
you rampaged
till the telltale signs
of a hundred million vermin
were silenced by a handful of your minions.
we saw the gleam in your eyes
when you saw us dead.
we felt the horror residing in your hearts
when you'd seen us reborn.
you rose to power;
but the constant hunger
will only last as long as you monger.
the old world is up and stirring.
you know the rules of the game.
an overthrow is sure in.
and your rise to fame
will be lost in the din.
be warned, i owe you one.
you can beat the snakes;
but when you kill one,
the lizard will bite.
yes, the lizard will bite.
you can beat the snakes,
but the stakes are so high
you just can't beat the snakes.

then i'll let my best friend loose;
the uncanny canis can't surely lose.

your pets, they're so cute.
they're so mute.
ever so silent, they seem to seek your warmth.
and all they get in stead is your wrath.
your bloody wrath.
your bloody refined renowned erratic rotten wrath!
but soon,
your treason will be seen,
as the star that lies in the east rises again.
when it grows near,
there'll be nothing more clear-
the fallacies of a corrupt species-
erupting out of tears,
bellowing in your ears.
now it's time
to put your lies in line
and feed them to you,
to make them true.
then it'll all be fine
when you cry
until you're dry.
cry!
cry for your lies!
cry for every single memory that dies!
and then, nothing will be yours
in the chaos that follows.
your treachery will be seen.