Apples in the Orchard

Every evening , no matter the time zone,
My mind shifts to the unknown.

The question often arises : Why was I and all the others born ?
I see where evolution is taking us: people growing horns.

The more elegant the fashions ,
More obvious the protrusions.

Apes with ideas
planning how to get the most bananas.

The brainy and articulate
accompanied by the brawny carrying big sticks.

A combination that will get you a holocaust or an inquisition,
with all the latest gadgets, and a fine tuned vision.

Cleaner and meaner hate,
Spread like a virus by servants of the State.
Mentally preparing for the slaughters
that won't disturb the consumers.

See it some time at an art gallery.

There's a live one and some dead ones.
There women praying,
or perhaps just trying to hold down their terror.
Anyway they got their heads down.

There's artillery in the distance,
But it's become as common birds chirping.

I'd say the guy with his hands up
will be shot within 30 to 60 seconds.

Either that or tortured.
It's that hate virus
growing like apples in the orchard.