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Sep 2014
I'm lost, I'm nothing, my words mean nothing
to this race of humans
which ego has capsized this planet
the imagination of losing a family member
is beyond horrifying
yet we pillage and terrorize our own world
shrugging off the destruction it causes
and the pain it inflects on those family members
our loved ones fall to their knees
break their backs
shatter their self-interests
and unworthiness is the ultimatum
but we would rather use plastic than paper
because it's cheaper
we will underpay and undervalue
our brothers and sisters
to better ourselves with an increased pay cheque
we are perhaps the most selfish
yet entirely aware
the most intelligent to accompany a shared space
unaware to our animal fathers which prospered our kind
uncaring to the animal kingdom
and especially our own kingdom
the only person we are concerned about
is the king
ourselves, we will survive with more money and ownership than the next man
and ideally that would lead to happiness, success and fulfillment
we accept and do not argue societal norm
we aim for this type of success
to be glorified by our friends
rather than be happy with ourselves
we are pathetic follow ups
an excuse for consumption
I'd love to claim we were an experimental group
just to have one excuse for our idiotic actions
but we're too stupid to even notice the binds we've tied around ourselves
were one of the most intelligent species
and we degrade and mortify our extremities to be a member of society
imagine, how intelligent we would truly be
as a united force of 7 billion unique and distinct minds
working together to uncover the worlds hidden mysteries
and extending human life forms beyond our pathetic acceptance of human knowledge
we would be idolized
instead of carrying a devilish ambiance on our world
conquered and destroyed by a race with so much potential
and instead of flourishing our only green earth
we've created the foreshadowing of a planet of dust and death
no trace of historic resemblance
so the money you made today at the cost of another's well being will be worthless
just like the race that lives by this unwritten law of "happiness"
An Uncommon Poet
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An Uncommon Poet  Caledon, ONT
(Caledon, ONT)   
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   Gavin Barnard
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