Apocalypse and Hugs

 

The assaults on the green zones expose handfuls of sand.
Farmers jarred, as never before, by any strong armed god.
The coming of the culture of bulldozers by them that's got control of the demand.
The supply side divvied up and  rounded off at tough guy tables
tucked away in eco-conscious protectorates ,where standing on guard are the death squads.


Well disciplined and in tune with technology
Well oiled rifles and communications networks
The saviours of civilization, taking what's best -- from biology to mythology
Hard headed sons and daughters susceptible to the suggestions of, it happened all of a sudden, jerks

The apocalyptic sets are in place
The earth will make it thru Ok, but there's a question mark at the end of the human race.
The anxiety level , can't keep it clear with snow shovels.
The loud speakers say: Stay in your hovels

Got a feeling that that may be just the opposite of what this planet needs;
Gotta hug someone today and really squeeze.