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Ladder of Succesion
The animals know
When to fear, flee, die
Most have the smarts that escape you and I
When the people ascended, far short of the sky
And tried themselves, rescue from what they denied
The animals everywhere knew where to go
To ensure at least two each would stay and survive
We try to akin to the snakes and the swine
And turn from the laws they don’t have to abide
Truth is: survival is not our goal
It is no struggle for us
To do what they must
We roll through diseases, disaster, bloodlust
No- we can do much better than this
We have instinct…we ignore it
So something’s amiss
A crucial misplaced
Nucleotide base
-A great parti pris!
But that day, it was as if
As those self-reliant
Got in skiffs
Or climbed cliffs
The few of the many
And creatures in plenty
Followed logic not their own
And hence got a lift
The people all thought
That they knew this Race
Scrambling like spiders to reach a high place
We do here today, to claim our own “my” space
I go to Brown, West Point, Notre-Dame
Or
I park my bike at community Maine
Both
To learn how to step,
Past the rest
Be the best
Or you won’t be:
Selected,
Connected,
Elected,
Respected,
A natural selection we strive to attest
Although most of us can agree
Our bodies have stopped evolving
Did they? Have they? Well, they’re doing it now
We see it and buy it
So our eyes are shrinking
We hear and repeat it
So we listen far less
With our ears finely tuned
To only our tunes
They’ve changed to ignore
What the lyrics express
Our brains are a laugh
We know not a pin head,
Except those that tell us,
What to do and what’s true
We shut out Real Science
And Genuine Faith
For paid-off, propagated “research,”
And tepid religious spew
Speaking of culture:
We fabricate laws,
We abate our intention
We sedate our flaws,
And we bait contravention
So adaptation
Has become conformation
Nature’s not something humans invent,
And yet seems our nature to it circumvent,
So the point is
That Truth is:
Survival is
Not our goal
This I could try to
Express this to you
But who is really thirsting for WHY anymore?
And oh the things I could tell you
If it wasn’t like explaining life to
Something dumber than an animal
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