Just a short poem on the state of things as we know it.
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How long before our demise?
Our demeanour shan’t cease to spurn
Our words and thoughts are yet to prove
Our place in Nature’s world
Yet we cannot define our existence
Not are we able to learn
We flee at the sign of defeat
Yet we love to patronize
Alone we stand when all is gone
And still we criticize
We love to laugh when others fall
We deserve to be circumcised
Are we unable to foresee
The torment left in our wake
All charlatans are left tongue-tied
On the ground on which they stake
And now they are to be chastened
Nature’s turn to see them quake
Thought we all wish for a peaceful world
We regret this cannot be
For the lives we live are much too fast
Even for blind eyes to see
If we gave it thought 200 years past
Today would live a different memory
But for those who tried
We cannot turn the tide
We shall live our lives
And still fester inside
For there is nought we can do
Save watch the heavens cry
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