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what fools are we
WHAT FOOLS ARE WE
To delay the inevitable we try to engineer longevity
Are we so godlike and sure of ourselves
That we would deem to tamper and control nature?
Fools are we to pretend that
Having reached atmospheric heights
In our advancement
That we could control our destiny
The hand of chance
Or of god
Does play the joker's card
Castigating man
Forcing him to realize
That he does rule the here and now
Only temporarily
Self-grandeur
Soldered to a psyche that
Seeks out any weaknesses to destroy
Makes man bold
He traduces all
Even nature
Those that fail to understand his forceful plan
Used to advance his selfish cause
Are set ablaze with his willful
Haughty disdain for the little man
Man it seems understands not
His true place in time
In space
In nature
The biped that once ruled the trees
And now walks upright
Has a head held on such
Arrogant shoulders
His insignificance is unknown
Must we be so selfish
Treating our brother with no love
Condemning him
With such granite hearts?
Must we pretend
That we are self-created
That we sprung from the big bang?
A destiny we may have
Along with a past and present
Only if we be not gods
But men with hearts
That bleed when a brother cries
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