It’s a very small planet
In the great scheme of things
And we’re tiny creatures
Who can think that we’re kings
We’re all of one type
But each from our own mould
We’re a very odd collection
Funny ways, truth be told
We don’t share very much
All us billions, while we’re here
Do we know anybody?
Do we want them so near?
We absorb so much
And our heads are tight-packed
But we can’t stand each other
Half the time, that’s a fact
‘Your music’s just crap’
‘Your sense of humour all wrong’
‘Your voice is so annoying
And you go on too long’
‘Your reasoning is faulty
And your facts out of date’
‘Your flag is not valid’
‘It’s your aura I hate’
‘Your god is just silly’
‘You’re reading the wrong book’
‘You’re wasting your time
Even trying to cook’
‘You’re wrong and I’m right
And let’s leave it that way’
‘If we argue all night
What is left for the day?’
And so it goes on
The human condition
So much complaining
So much straining volition
We want what we want
And we make such a fuss
Then we change and want nothing
Contradictory, that’s us
Then all in a flash
It is clear what we share
We’re good at being awkward
We all think our way’s fair
We all disappoint our families
At least once in a while
We can all make mistakes
All look better when we smile
We all have likes and dislikes
And good days and less
We all know we could do better
That love makes a mess
We know international law
Says humans cannot get on
But we might all agree
That we’re good at being wrong
© Rachel Fox 2007
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