there must be
a way to see
why
gravity pulls us down 
sinking to drown
while we look in our past
future
derived simply from facts
of science
you refuse
taste
in what is real
why we need to last
but why then 
is our past 
the last 
chance we'll get at 
living right
and no
we screwed up
we are based 
upon fight
we can't cut copy and paste
redo
no
we are you
all the same
seeking fame
for what is few
in this world
we make new
laws and battle and strew
our mess like an infection
imperfection 
is nature
but we are destruction 
a collection 
self centered 
not viable for correction