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State of Nature

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Long ago a creature

Of a far more primal sort,

Not fit to deem itself “a people”

Lived a nasty, brutish, short

Existence marked

By woe and ill

It reveled in recurring

Genocidal

Bloodlust for the thrill

Of an inherent need to kill

It was incapable of making

Gleaming cities made of gold

It barely scraped two stones together

Starting fires in the cold

To call it thriving

Would be lying

To the modern, honest man

Without some product to be buying

Or some money in his hand

Because today

We have forsaken

Savage ways

We have no stake in

And we only claim possession

Of the things we haven’t taken

Through the force of arms alone

Like troglodytes

With clubs of bone

For mass destruction

Weapon threats

Now keep the peace

A fallout zone

Unless the beastly race forgets

His place

Within society

And in this perfect world begets

A discontent anxiety

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