Surviving Inhumanity

Strange it is that in the wasteland
of our inner fears buried deep within
our subconscious there lurks a primal
fear of prowling predators focused on
tracking our every move awaiting the
opportunity to pounce, to ravage our
frail human bodies with their sabre
sharp teeth, their ripping claws, to
flail us before our terrified eyes even
then glazing over in death as we become
that carnivore's meal, saved only when
we awake from that nightmare, shocked
and fearful, perspiring with the effort of
escaping. Strange beyond reckoning it
is that the real and absolute threat to our
existence is ourselves, humankind intent
on plundering the very habitat that gives
us succor, the lethal hatreds motivating
others among us whose psychotic
intention is to destroy and to kill in
paroxysms of nature-inspired gifts of
genetic dysfunction in an advanced
world community reflecting the survival
modes of primitive humanity gone amok.