The dinosaurs lumber in the mountains so high,
Lizard thoughts in their brains wandering turgidly by.
“Things are this way, always have been, and they always will.”
But beneath them are creatures, quick-witted and skilled.
That the lizards are losing, their small brains can’t grasp,
“We are too big to fail, aren’t we, immense, built to last.”
Their surroundings are constant, their powers seem unchecked,
What do they care if everyone else’s wold’s wrecked?
They don’t see their world crumbling; people turning away;
Looking more to each other; media losing its sway.
Its become common knowledge, the old order’s dead –
Just a slow death to agonise them. Shame too, and dread.