Our abilities are profound,
An intelligence that's high,
A being that's renowned,
We'll forever ask why.
For pains and ills,
We will find a cure,
A couple of pills,
Can and will reassure.
Helping each other,
Is in our genes,
We are sister and brother,
We all know what that means,
Another in trouble,
We'll render assistance,
Carry their rubble,
Show despair resistance.
To cure diseases,
We seek new inventions,
Good health always pleases,
We have good intentions.
Yet one of our features,
Which comes to the fore,
Are some of these creatures,
See life as a chore.
What we create,
They live to destroy,
Filled with hate,
Killing innocents they enjoy.
With weapons of woe,
They'll try kill us all,
One day I know,
They will take a fall.
So caring yet disruptive,
Yes one and the same,
Helpful yet destructive,
‘' Human Being's The Name ‘'
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