“Haven’t you seen the chase?
Into the shackles of subjugation
By modern hunter-gatherers

Extending their territoriality
Flexing economic machismo
Reach of their converting zeal

To the Bhils, Santhals, Todas
The Samburu, Maasai, Nuba
Yanomami, Xinghs, Mehinacus

Urue-Wau-Wau, Assinibione
Sumbanese, Wana, Dani, Batak
Asmat, Dei, Simbu, Kuikoro

All hemmed and pushed
Into the dusk of extinction
Cannibalized by fellow men”

“She lies wasted, her spirit broken
Her confidence bulldozed into submission
At the mercy of whimsical concessions
Reduced to clumps, tending stumps

Her million offspring rudely scattered
Her zillion possibilities crudely revoked
Gasping for death in hopeless isolations
Their present hunted, future stunted”

“Propensity to spew off the boil
Let loose in unthinking instants
Uncontrollable lavas of anger
A readily ignited edginess”

“The sacrifice of authenticities
For good of the modern construct
Thriving on copycat lifestyles

Hoarding on the quick and cheap
Easy flicking, tempted nicking
Cut and paste, downloads on tap”

“Where is the finish line of this frenzied race?
In the mirage of a canceling deterrence
Or the eventual nadir of nuclear descents
A nuclear epitaph to ancient civilizations”