War.
This idea of competition,
this idea of fight or flight,
this idea of narcissism,
This is the epitome of,
not human nature,
but inhuman nature.
Humans were given the ability to talk with,
one mouth,
and they were given the ability to listen with,
two ears,
yet we either SHOUT at each other endlessly,
without listening,
or we skip the talking and go straight to fighting.
This poem has no real end because according to statistics, war will never end.