The Human Race

The human race, a funny name

For something so unlike a game.

Its twisting turning plot that thickens

And war and murder that sickens and sickens.

Much like a ride it rises and drops

Dips and dives provoking excitement in flocks,

Slows down and speeds UP! To alls delight

Then something shocking to everyone’s fright.

No one is right and no one is wrong,

People float by singing their song,

Meeting and parting in innumerable ways,

Destroying pathways in terrible displays.

All tragedies lost in the nature of life

Everyone’s problems and everyone’s strife

Pooled in mass means nothing true

With mistaken happiness drifting through.

At the end of it all no one wins this race,

It just matters how you set your pace.


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