Human Angle
We weep over the dead
But have no desire to
See the living.
We make elegy for the dead
But with the same tongue
Destroy the living.
We spend millions to put the
Useless dead to finalness
But fail to spend that little
That could have kept them
Or others yet alive from dying.
We all desire to live
But mostly do nothing
For the living race to
Continue.
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