BRED TO KILL
This is the 2nd time I have written about the evil of DARPA = the mad-scientist division of the U.S. security services. The 1st time was in a novelette called, "The Unknown Soldier." They retaliated by hacking into my PC and creating their own password to lock me off my own machine.
BRED TO KILL (11/08/2021)
Creatures bred to kill
Hunting for human prey,
Loping through the night
Beneath the blood moon's rays.
Eager to make a killing
They stalk humans through the dark,
Through the streets and alleyways
And through the national parks.
Bred to have no conscience
To have no sense of right or wrong,
They are living killing machines
For whom the death instinct is strong.
Nothing ever fazes them for
They have no human values at all,
They possess no morals or soul
Just the need to kill and maul.
Non-human beings bred to kill
And killing is all they know how to do,
Malevolent beasts of the dark night
They keep on killing till night is through.
Malignant life forms hunting
Throughout an unsuspecting city,
Without a conscience or a soul
They never show any pity.
Baneful humanoid fiends
Bred to commit great evil,
Little more than killing machines
Wicked DARPA's latest devils!
THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
About this poem
This is the 2nd time I have written about the evil of DARPA = the mad-scientist division of the U.S. security services. The 1st time was in a novelette called, "The Unknown Soldier." They retaliated by hacking into my PC and creating their own password to lock me off my own machine.
Written on August 11, 2021
Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on August 11, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | X AAXBC DXCX XEFE XGHG AIBI DJHJ XXFX XXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,237 |
Words | 221 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3 |
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