Survival of the fittest: A poem 

In this dog-eat-dog world, the spoils are for those that win 

Where cut-throat ruthlessness is the result of incorrigible sin 

Opportunism becomes a deliberate weapon, not a mere whim 

Even competition is aimed at creating monopolies above the din 

How can we forget that we are simple minds dabbling in complications 

That greed for victory and the material are only a blatant corruption 

Of what we are meant to be, that in such indulgence we only frighten 

The good out of the world, and do not pause to evil reign in 

Power and domination over others the minds of our leaders besiege 

Then love and justice are denied, as voices of conscience hopelessly beseech 

But they are lost in the noises of what we selfishly, callously seek 

Our simple minds are then trapped in this vicious unending cycle so bleak 

With every generation the call of the material is getting sadly fiercer 

And the messages of morality and hope are becoming unfortunately terser 

This is the rabid legacy we are letting loose on the future 

As we fail to remind ourselves that the downtrodden are only getting meeker 

We are compelled to believe in Darwin’s principle of the survival of the fittest 

That the limits of our mindless self-seeking pursuits we thus wilfully test 

Seldom realising that it is our souls that we need to pursue with zest 

It is this that will help us evade the doomed precipice of eternal tempest