Interstellar Piranha Species Waiting on Anarchy

When bleeding out...
pain-shrieking    
prayers seeking    
angel wings  
   
and the alien    
of death flies over  
   
When it’s time    
to obliterate    
“firstborn” of    
enemies  
   
(Metaphors for    
meta-wars)  
   
Welcome to the    
neighborhood    
...two galaxies  
...actually    
   
Seeking a merger  
as nature demands  
   
Our solar carousel    
sends us spiral in a groove    
waving up and down like    
a song in a record-player  
   
Always in a new neighborhood    
always the new shrimp    
near the chopping bloc  
   
We’re like some    
kind of ghetto planet  
   
insignificant    
yet whizzing into new  
jurisdictions as we go  
   
Causing interstellar    
bar fights  
and galactic filibusters  
   
Seems like laws protect  
our humble asses for now  
   
But I think we ain’t in space  
‘cause the mafia    
wasn’t invited    
   
But now....  
NOW we are    
hurting human babies    
like we mean to kill  
   
so what’s the welcome  
mat  
in our first space-exploration  
flights  
 
going to look like with    
Planned Parenthood    
and other folks like    
   
fire-setting mobs  
whacking old folks    
...with bats  
   
attacking law and    
order worldwide...  
   
What’s that going    
to get us    
from the guys upstairs?  
   
Their potential human
real-estate is looking    
messed up...