Multitude
I think of the multitudes of humans
Who have trod this world since the
First who stepped upon it. Every birth
And death has become just so much
Anonymous Humanity. Paul who?
A newborn today joins the race as ignorant
As Cain but equipped with better killing tools
To contend with ever keener competition;
Notwithstanding the occasional diversion,
To fulfill the primordial drive for procreation.
Ever competing, exploiting any advantage;
An innovating user of tools gaining
Planet share. Humankind,
Ever advancing, never advancing.
Paul Thomson copyright 2022
Copyright © Paul Thomson | Year Posted 2024
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