Is civilization merely
cooperative predation,
supporting illusions
of physical escape
from consequences
of eating and
being eaten?

Our actions speak clearly
of sly dissimulation
as deliberate confusion
offers alluring bait
to multiple chances
for cheating and
being beaten.

Then why do I love so dearly
this language of elucidation
unless by poetic infusion
I challenge to reshape
financial romances
into weeding and
being seeded

with genetic discpline yearly
self-limit each population
to end our wild profusion
and, hoping it's not too late,
save children of gentle sciences
for nurtured loving and
being needed.

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