Humans

(to the Psychedelic Furs "Pretty in Pink")

Orbiting mass and it’s spinning all day
In galaxies, one of the worlds
Where people embrace maybe some of the time
See countries becoming irate
They shout and they pound and they cry in their rage
“This is it, here’s the end of our rope.
We’ll loosen our armies to darken your sleep.
And our bombers will chasten your folk.”

Humans, we think
Brilliantly
Humans, we think
Brilliantly

Deep in the jungle, the apes in their coats
Chewing flowers and leaves heaven sent
So tasty and pleasing
And plenty clear waters to drink
The one who’s called Bliss, he was starting to dine
Saw a blast that sent fire his way
He’s looking around at the home he adored
Sees the dawn at the end of the day.

“Humans extinct.
Yes,” he thinks.
“Humans extinct
So are we.”

City lights off, see the orange reddish sky
See roach, he has eaten too much
He’s Adam, and anywhere he finds a meal
He settles, he will munch
He craves
His vittles in dirt
No traffic or humans in sight
His son comes in close
Head bowed and eyes closed
Hear him recite

“Humans we thank.
This our feast.
Humans we thank.
Let us eat!”

Copyright 2010 Warren Baker