Homosapiens.

They all pass by.
Not knowing or caring
About anything or anyone.

The daily rituale
Of homosapiens.

Why should we care.
Why should we know
About anything or anyone.

This is all we will ever be
We homosapiens.

Just minding our own.
Killing for profitt
Dying for glory.

Or so we say.




Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-27 at 15:01

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Brileant , poem a poem i can feil with , expres how I feil , thank you.


Ken D William
2007-08-27