The Human Condition


Rabbits all alike, yet vastly different,
Squabbling about petty things,
There's no food in the garden,
But there are hunger pains,
The birds all fly, maybe different colors,
But still birds all the same,
The birds have no food,
But there are still hunger pains,
The frogs still hop, just as toads,
But kill each other in vain,
Because the frog has more than the toad,
But they are still all the same,

There is only carbon, air, and dust,
We will die, and the steel will rust.

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