Mother Nature

Don't be fooled, it's Mother Nature – Evil shimmers in the creature – Absolutely nil of nice to greet you. Only your selective mind has Chosen what to see: A pretty flower, furry mammal, Butterflies of flashing colour – Camels trekking on without a drink. But do you ever stop to think? Nature is what nature does: The tearing up of flesh; A scrawling victim dashed with toxin, Struggling flies enmeshed in webs; The cuckoo after all is just a parasite! Darwin knew this many years ago – The struggle for survival of the genes, Using mighty panoplies of Organisms: their machines. But under selfish, brutal drive, Crushingly, they survive and carry on Through many generations – And then again, and yet again... Mutations, errors, and suffering, Geological events, Slaughter of the innocent – So why be meek and reticent? Dawkins chose to thunder on And say his peace – God? How come? Richard knows that when he goes, That's it! Oh Shit! You have a brain to model situations – Those in which you're under threat – So to help you thrive. That is why you drive imagination to the limits – Because you can… You control exactly what to see through wonderment. And so you cheat yourself! A turning of a blind and silent eye; Pretend that nature really is a glorious ride Of beauty – just ignore the ugly side. But sanity is what you crave To steer you 'way from this depraved And chilling life, That has to face her: Mother Nature. Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 Nature nature, Mother Nature Nature, nature do you care? Nature nature, Mother nature Mother nature ate yer! Nature nature, Mother nature Nature nature are you there? Nature nature, Mother nature Mother nature hate yer! Nature, nature, nature bait yer