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Dec 2018
They come out of nowhere
To find their next meal
From indigenous creatures
The sustenance, steal
Until they who are thriving
Off Earth's degradation
Leave leveled and fell
The native vegetation
And generations
Subsequently
Succumb
To the drumming of war
Over scrap-scrounging slum
For a chance to get some
Of what's needed to breed
Or be out-competed
And never plant seed
In the soil, eroded
Corroded foreboding
Anomalous storm-surging skies
Like an omen
Sent to undo
The mistakes
To erase this invasive
Humanity race
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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