perhaps
once upon a time
there were wizards and witches,
dragons and phoenixes,
merpeople and centaurs,
and perhaps
they roamed the earth beside us.
not anymore.
humans fear that which they cannot understand,
that which they do not want to comprehend.
and they destroy it.
now we have guns,
bombs,
bioweapons.
how long would it take
for our fear of the unknown
to destroy everything
that ever caught
the imagination of
those intrepid storytellers,
because our hatred
runs so deep
for that which we cannot
imitate
study
understand
and which we have no
biological connections to.
we need excuses to murder.
