The Virus

A creeping virus destroying our cells
Making us not very well
Selectomatic killing a few
Can we stop it find something new
Chemical cocktails immunity

The second coming extinction theory
Human resources find the cause
Population overawed
A sinking feeling, is this the end
What we eat is meat’s revenge

The creeping virus

I know we find it rather strange
To change our lifestyle rearrange
To keep ourselves locked within
Our foods restricted, empty bins

No movement in a ghost town

Faces peering windows dark
No sign of people in the park
Only barking dogs in houses deep
Humans gone the endless sleep

The virus attacking all

No sound was heard
Not even the singing of a bird...

Empty streets is this the end?
No more commerce it’s round the bend
Papers headlines don’t matter now
The damage is done anyhow

We all fell into a trap
By eating meat and that's a fact.
Humans must face defeat
Extermination theory is complete
Virus winning, the battles lost
No creatures living to count the cost.

Is this how it’s going to end?
Is this how it’s going to end?
Is this how it’s going to end?
Is this how it’s going to end?