The human race,
I can't describe,
It's delicate,
Stance in it's world.
Talking of the environment,
Then driving in thick traffic.
It seems to me,
It's hard for me to see,
What humans' intention be.
Speaking of the niceness,
That very well could be.
Yet using language that
Shouldn't be.
I'm amazed of my own kind.
It's amazing to see,
That the human race,
Is in a race
Going totally backward.
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