Children bore of cave paintings
Typing on phones on a field trip
Talking back to their teachers
And giving them some lip.
These paintings are memories of dead things
Long toothed mammoths eating grass
Sharp toothed meat eating Saber’s
Whose souls have long since passed.
Children have no wish for adventure
Prisoners of their computer screens
Instead of admiring the beauty of these caves
And grass that was once green.
This is such a different world now
Since our kind came and won
Making extinct these long dead humans
From our home of a green sun.
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