Mutant World. Poem by Tony Adah

The world is a mutant
Place to live in today
With man a demi god
Of the the earth
Making and bending
The labyrinths nature
Ought to tread.
He prides himself
In the things he makes
And calls them inventions
Who knows what
Their opposite would have been?

The world turns us
To anything it likes
For its mercantile whims
We are made to be calves
And drink the milk of cows and
Oftentimes begin to act like them.

The world turns us
To anything it likes
It prides itself on R&D it does
And churns out drugs
That turn us to
Gangsters on the street
It is now worst
For the world has electronic devices
At its beck and call
To do its thinking for it.