as you stare down at your hands
this what you are:
man
never to understand
itself or surround
so tuck yourself in the folds of your clothes
don’t put your feet where your mouth once was
keep a critical mind from the prying eyes
of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde
is man kind? or does he lie
in defence of the most spiteful pride
aren’t we civilised
that we decide to divide
each other lives into sides
in wars few survive
if it was the end would we know it by now?
what could we do to find out?
other than stare up and wait for death to fall out the cloud
all moral objection is treason as fears keep rations on reason
human beings: what little humanity found
goodbye
i resign
nice try
can’t leave yourself behind
staring back down at your hands
this is who you are, you’re man
best assimilate with the clan
and do all you can not to stand out
