What We Are

A Poem

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I can’t reconcile what we are

with what we are.

We can love with incredible passion

and hate with searing intensity.

We idolize and brutalize our children

and sacrifice everything for them.

We celebrate life

and kill for sport

And eat pretty much anything that

 we can grow, kill and swallow.

We conquer everything

and each other

And cannot live long enough to enjoy

what we do and have done.

We turn from God to science

and back again

And cannot seem to live for today

or for tomorrow.

And we die hoping

for more of the same…

And hoping to escape

into nothingness.

And, no matter what we learn,

there’s more we want to know.