Man the virus

For all the fantastic achievement’s
For everything super nova discovered
For trying to beat the things covered
By the mystery of life itself

He destroys

Yet he employs such skill
With optimism and blanket deceit
In ways so bad

He-so criminal
He-so sad
Man

And man
Why
Club furry creature?
Why spear the camouflage feature
Of leopard?
Or fell the tree rings of a thousand years
Or pollute the sea things with the salty tears of greed
Spoil indeed he does
This wonderful planet

And evolve he must
Evolve with his carved bust of progress
He who worshiped those before
The Openheimer and the double helix
The seeping pores of progress
The chores of mathematics solved
Nothing that would already evolve
Anyway

and

we Are polluted by him
and god is neither woman nor man
neither critic nor fan
of us

he just sits there
with the patience of four hundred billion years

The world was already perfect.
You have not advanced
The virus strained came enhanced

Specifically for you.