Dynasaurs are back in play,

No longer in some distant den;

They speak in many a human tongue,

And stand upright like gentlemen.

 

But when they smile you can see

The blood in the toothy maw;

Beneath their cuff links lies in wait

The old old murderous claw.

 

They have many a follower

Among the worldwide human race;

Their public grunt is backed by fists

That smash the quizzical, doubting face.

 

They make laws to satisfy

Their appetite for flesh and blood;

Those that stand for due process

Succumb, or turn up dead.

 

They set up courts with kangaroos

Deliberating upon the bench;

When some kangaroo holds his own,

He is sent to man some enemy trench.

 

They float congenial conferences

To portion out the meat and fish

To foxes, jackals, alligators

Who lesser creatures keep on leash.

 

Thus is this our so modern world

An exemplar of discipline,

Where no human voice may be allowed

A Dyno grunt to supervene.

 

Had Darwin still been with us,

Would he research or would he curse

This unforeseen phenomenon,

This evolution in reverse?

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