Is This The End Of Evolution ?

Modern human took billion of years to evolve
The Homo Sapiens that we are called
We were the last of apes standing
would we be standing for long

We took pride in inventions
We took pride in our artificial creations
Automobiles, fast food, satellites, computers and what not
We went on inventing, hungry for more and more
having difficulty keeping up with our own pace
Not pondering for a second it may be destroying our human race

Obesity, depression, anger, hatred, irritation
Is now passed down from generation to generation
Corruption is deep rooted
morality has gone down the drain
we have become part human and part machine
We are our own destroyer, putting our life on strain

scarring mother earth, destroying God’s creation
I do wonder are we the Homo Sapiens
Or should we be called Homo Barbarians

It’s said when a living thing and its environment
Is no longer a good match
Something has to give in
and it’s always the living thing

All this leaves me to ponder
Is this the end of human evolution
All this leaves me to doubt
Are we really God’s own creation

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Preeti
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Let’s make the world a much better place together…a nice message conveyed through the poem!

ammu sachariah
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a good message to the world.

Laya Sarath
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Wow..savii…one of the best of yours….so thought provoking dear….wonderful…so very beautiful…

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