Postcards From Humanity Poem by Poet Dragon

Mat Hyuin is an interesting fellow,
a tad destructive and just a tad mellow.
His laughter is hopeful, his sex is supreme,
his birth is a beautiful, guilty machine.
His war is a terror, his killing is token
the gears of his faithful economy, broken.
His vision is blurry his hindsight is sharp
and equally skillful with bowstring and harp.
He lives in the moment but thinks in the past
and wonders what happened, where time went so fast.