Let Us Flatter Ourselves, That Perhaps It’s A Little Of Both.
The scourge of wise humanity
Plagues Earth from pole to pole.
It needn’t take a sage to see
What want can swallow whole:
The mind; a starving carnivore,
Philosophy; a foal.
We kill for sport and hearty gore
What first we try extol.
Then hark! We go lamenting all the innocence we stole:
O’ why can’t nature let us be?
What sin her vicious goal?
Why can’t we calm, or leastways flee,
Those beasts we can’t control?
No ’mount of will can set us free!
Man can’t befriend his soul!
But still we fret,
And still we fright,
And still we always hope...
That bitterness will fade to light
For every misanthrope.