by Kilmo

Which one of us is the parasite,

Earth or infant?

The two legged monkeys,

Crawling across its fields,

That build car parks,

And power stations,

Until the sky turns black?

Or what gave birth to us?

It can't be Earth,

She's been around too long for that,


Without her we'd be nothing,

So if we're the parasite,

Can you blame her,

For wanting to get rid of us,

Start again,  

Sending a tsunami,

The size of mountains,

To scrub herself clean.