We fancy ourselves powerful
We fancy ourselves strong.
The masters over everything
Who never can do wrong.
We're God's greatest creation;
The ones who broke the mold
The end-all and the be-all
E'er since the days of old.
But what if all that we have learned
That causes all we do--
What if our premises for life
Were, not one of them, true?
What if the beast that we disdain
Disdain us all in turn?
What if they laugh in our faces
Thinking we never learn?
Our pets will learn all our commands
They understand our words
But no matter how much they bark
We're strangers to their world.
We care for them because we love
"Forever a child" we say.
But what if they see us catering
To their every need, like slaves?
What makes us think that we're so great?
I mean, really, is it clothes?
Or technology, like the iPod
Or maybe it's our prose.
I don't know where I'm going with this
And I think that it shows
But like my original question,
I guess only God knows.
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