We live in an age of dinosaurs.
They lumber through
The halls of Congress
The corridors of business
The aisles of churches
The classrooms of schools
The laptops of media.
Lumbering slowly
With a predatory grace,
Assured of their power,
Confident of their success ,
They prey upon those of us
Whom they deem less.
We nip at their heels
At best.
In fear of the coming disaster
And chaos,
They are dying off unaware
Of the changing climate
Of earth,
Of culture,
Of the rebirth,
Of humanity.
They are angry with the increased
Nipping at their heels
As more of us
Draw attention to
Their feats of
Aggression
Domination
Prejudice
And Greed.
Clueless?
Not to what is coming.
Only to their right to control it.
The dinosaur dynasty
is coming to a close.
Prepare now
To survive their loss.
Once they are gone
We mammals,
We progressive growth
Of humankind,
Can expand our range,
Can enhance our world,
Can restore the earth
And it’s people
To what is best
What is beautiful
What is possible
When we work together
Nip by nip.
annarino writes 