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Mankinds actions are motivated by status or money,
we're not hunter gatherers that kill in this society,
people take chances on advantageous circumstances,
grab it in a glance through vantage and see advances.

Call it selfish or intelligent but these ways are relevant,
the powerful elevate through the system,
others don't and fall down becoming the equivalent 
of a pet rock, alienated victims.

The thing to remember is a lot of our knowledge is theory,
some can be proven but most can't be, 
theories with unavoidable flaws are theories less likely,
but still believed as fact, by many, not me.

In history nearly all were uneducated, mankind has never had a clue,
this allowed stories to spread and in time they became "true",
through their age, tradition, or heritage now still believed by quite a few,
motive created these stories and with time their strength grew.

1% believers ignorant to basic mathematics,
Lucifer, and religious believers tell tales most emphatic,
theories with flaws yet people devote to this septic,
but all these ideas are man made as a tactic.

Fear equals control,
control equals possessions,
possessions equal wealth,
wealth equals status,
status means power, 
and power makes mean,
some call this status "elite".

As in untouchable, above all and living the dream,
historically an elite there definitely has been,
Emperors, warlords and Kings and Queens,
now mostly dissolved the elite can't be seen.

The pyramid structure or the leader of the pack,
humans live in a way that sees layers stack,
the elite lead the way and we all follow through,
their greed and selfish power actually benefits you.

So maybe that's why ignorance is our natural fashion,
things we've no idea of we tend to believe with passion,
but we are told knowledge the same as those in the old days,
stories, theories or ideas, taught and accepted in the same ways. 

Ignorance is the balance to curiosity,
unlike the cat, we climbed out the tree,
curious enough to leave the caves,
these two the key and lock to how we behave.


This poem is full of ignorance, I do as we do,
I could be right, truth is, I havent got a clue.
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