The Spin Doctors

The Spin Doctors wore their white coats
And got ready for another day at work.

Which DNA to extract,
Which species to clone,
Which country to bomb,                                        
Which currency to roll.

They were getting some sadistic pleasure
From being in control.

They had cracked many a code,
In trying to find the answer to life,
Arts of survival,
For living at the end of the road.

Humans were no longer important,
Only those who fueled the chase.

The Spin Doctors believed that they had the answer
To all the problems,
Created by themselves and those from their kin.

Over the years they forgot their sins,
Their activities gathered pace,
And they were prepared
To create a new world order..
A new race.

One day a gale came,
An instrument of nature,
One of the windows of their secret laboratory,
Was left open, it was not part of the game.

Everything changed,
A new sun arose outside the shattered,
Window panes.

The Spin doctors' time was over
Their subjects of experimentation,
Broke free,
Sanity stepped out in glee.

Everyone had had enough,
Of mostly tears and pain,
The birds started singing,
And the sea of humanity

Rose again.