We’re at a difficult age, humanity.
We've come a long way in so little time,
Clawing and fighting our way to an unstable and unpredictable future.
At this point in life more to us is new than it ever was.
Even from the ashes of dead technology we strive to improve.
Stem cells, abortion, population growth and war.
This world is just a bundle of bipolar madness.
Wars raged in humanity’s brief past
And in the end there is regret on all sides.
it’s effects radiate through the ages as reminders of the horrors we have achieved.
They scar and heal the earth and it’s inhabitants.
Regardless of how much tissue is natural or scar,
The embodiment of mankind fights on.
If life had to have a moral plastered across it’s ironically cruel teachings:
It’s that war always prevails for it is our oldest practice.
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