Why are we so fragile and small?
Did we miss some ancient call,
From whatever made it all?
Or did we trip and hit our head,
Become victims to our words which led,
To war and famine, death and dark,
Our mission now, to leave a mark?
Or were our ways too arrogant,
And to what nature had lent,
We built using iron and,
Invaded others foreign land?
Or were we meant to stay a cell,
But began to make ourselves so well,
That for reasons I can't tell,
We wrote books to invent hell?
Perhaps we were just way to laid back,
That your brain said we'd float off-track,
If given chance at bigger things,
So you opt not to give us wings?
Well sadly we've got news for you;
There or not, we've thought through,
Planes and cars, space and time,
As well as both rhythm and rhyme.
We have earned right to sublime.
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