The Last Predator

The Eagle flies with crooked claw
Five hundred metres from the shore
Eyes scanning all around
Soaring high without a sound

The Tiger in its forest lair
Silently hiding, tasting the air
With all its inherited skills
It stalks and it silently kills

The Shark below in ocean blue
Searching for the isolated few
It uses its highly tuned senses
To catch quarry without defences

The Snake in its hide of grass
Waiting for Its prey to pass
With its swaying hypnotic dance
It leaves its prey with little chance

The Man with power of production
Builds bombs of great destruction
Leaving nothing in its quake
No Man no Eagle no Tiger no Shark no Snake