On The Brink Of Self Destruction Poem by John Sensele

Cats among pigeons
Bats flapping among religions
Misunderstood in the neighbourhood
Where fanaticism grows fertile food
Nourishing extremist ideologies
Buttressed by algorithm technologies
That threaten law and order
Inventing self perpetuating agents of disorder
Over whom no soul has control
No matter how much they patrol
In the context of a world gone mad
Into zillions of heads pouring mad blood
Until sages take charge
Urging creatures great and small to recharge
Batteries of sanity
Peeling off veneers of vanity
Unless total destruction
The world embraces in the instruction
To initiate its own survival
Or else comes the imminent arrival
The end predicted
In the news unedited
From the creation of the world
Growing more and more curled
Withdrawing into a convoluted cocoon
Where supreme reigns the redundancy raccoon.