We've always considered our imagination,
As the breaker of the limits of reality,
But there are so many fields of knowledge in this universe,
That we do not know of.
So I don't understand,
Why in the world are we so arrogant?
The natural order implies that we will soon destroy ourselves,
And unlike the extinction events of the past,
This time, no forms of life will be spared from the greed of Man.
We think of ourselves as the dominant race,
That we hold absolute power throughout our domain,
That in our hands lie the sole verdict behind every great cases,
But these images that we give to ourselves
are just toxic illusions.
We being the highest form of beings in our planet,
Doesn't make us all right.
It doesn't mean that inside our minds,
Always lie the objective correct answers to every problem that has ever existed.
We being the smartest animals of this Kingdom,
Means that we are a battlefield ourselves,
Where our animalistic instincts and emotion,
Fights our rational morality and logic.
If there's anything the dominant race shoulders,
It's the knowledge that comes within,
And it can be condensed into these smaller words:
We do not measure our greatness by how much we know,
By how smart and cunning we are,
Or even by how emotional we get.
We measure ourselves by the amount of
knowledge that we do not know.
And we haven't even passed the universal median yet,
So who are we to play "God"?
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
