Edited 'cause I can't spell. Fir is a tree. Fur is hair.
Edited again. Wrote music. Had to change some words to make it easier to sing. The "before" is in red. "After" is in green.
Swan Song
Tree to tree, then to savannah.
Use our brains and use our hands more.
Evolution, future genes.
Ours to possess.
Animals, dressed up nice.
Shave the fur, try to disguise.
Kill or be,Killing others, primal instinct,
Too hard to suppress.
Waging war with rocks and spears.
SayingThey say peace, crocodile tears.
Knowing what is really meant.
No need to second guess.
Strutting peacocks want attention.
Full ofOnly lies and fail to mentions.
Moving closer to the brink.
Bigger bombs, not less.
From water-board to turn the dial.
Was a crime, but still no trial.
TorturePain devices shined up, clean.
Try any, to confess.
Power comes, absolute.
Riches sought, above truth.
Wanting better, lose the dream.
Drowning in excess.
From caves to gated areas.
Still keeping out, don't dare approach.
To hide inside, try not be seen,
As mankind does regress.
