The human race
Is far from grace;
Minds clouded by unreason.
Warmed by our illusions,
We thrive upon confusion;
Cold truth would leave us freezing.
We tell ourselves that it's OK,
No matter what the sceptics say;
Our nervousness needs easing.
We place our trust in ruthless folk,
Who round our necks would place a yoke;
The alternative's too fearsome.
Previously: The Human Condition - Part III
Part IV remains unpublished.
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