No, there’s nothing to do
I am coming for you

You did not play it nice
I’m exacting my price

Hubris has always misled
The madmen whose palms She has read

Shall a skull be the shape of your throne?
Rivers red with the brains that you’ve blown?
They don’t need a tyrant – the human race
The human race

Ev’ry day, you’ve a diff’rent disguise
In the sand or a-scrapin’ the skies
They remain defiant – the human race
The human race

Oh, I mean them no harm
This abattoir has its charms
Some shall serve as my slaves;
The rest I’ll drown in the waves

Look at them scrounge and bay   
Oh, they’re animals - they’re doomed anyway!

In your heart, yeah, you know that I’m right
Flip the switch; we can end them tonight
Yeah – look at them running!
The human race!
The human race!

That’s the point ev’ry despot forgets
It’s in the blood, the tears and the sweat
They remain defiant - the human race
The human race

© Kurt Riley, 2016.