The Folly of Man

He says, he says, “I am the sun
The center of it all
And in my eye, you must comply,
For I began the fall.”

“Hear this, Hear this,” the deaf man shouts
“The ants have never screamed
So what’s to say, the ones I slay
Think I a brutish fiend”

“Look there, look there,” the blind man laughs
“Observe this foolish finch
Although I come, in tow my gun,
She flinches not an inch.”

“Mercy, Mercy,” pleads the mute
You do not here my screams
And through my cries, you close your eyes,
And innocence you plead

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