Manifest Destiny

the universe, uncaring
proceeds along its path
it spares no thought to sparing
or limiting its wrath
the life it birthed, pure hunger
the fittest, day, by day
the old yield to the younger
has ever been the way
and now, in this late hour
we hunger for a truce
and call to higher power
he's of no use, our Zeus
we grew, and our dear father
had never spared the rod
no wonder then, we'd rather
become just like our god