We are all just animals
We are only kind
If we don't have to fight for our own
Our instinct is to bully
Hurt when we can
Otherwise cower in fearful suspicion
Society is the ultimate expression
Of our willingness to harm
Mankind, ready to kill
What is the lie we tell ourselves?
The myth we cling to?
The snake oil we all quaff?
That an individual somehow matters
Like a conservative admires radicals
Centuries after their deaths
When their heresies at last are palatable
We revere certain persons
Who we think have made our lives better
But whom we mistreated while they lived
The meat grinder of history will have its fill
We all know the greatest legacy is survival
But are repulsed by what it takes to make it
We do not fear that it will be hard
Or that we shall have to do horrible things
But that if we hesitate they shall be done to us
April is National Poetry Writing Month
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