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You know, we’ve got it bad

We’ve got it hard

They even say, we’ve lost our hearts

In closets of bones

So full of regrets and complaints

Stacked high on pedestals and thrones

In the kingdom of wisdom we’ve come to know

Or, at very least, the knowledge from wisdom’s glow



How did it come to be

That as a people, we’ve not learned a thing

Not in the slightest, even speckles of love

Not in the brightest of lights, innocent gloves

We are crows with golden beaks and olive branches

Polymer bouquets and wretched roses

Headless roaches impersonating Moses

With perfect DNA, yet we are guilt ridden



In the climax of the story

Should it be a moral or formal irony

That we pass on to our offspring

That we pass off as simple inconveniences presently

We are bastard mother and father figures

So caught up in our own selfish, material ideas

That we don’t realize that such desires are mere veneers

To the shortcomings we wish weren’t



And, if there is a point to life

My God, it hasn’t come yet