Strange is human history

Strange, indeed, is Man’s story,

Strange, the closet in the body

That stores the thing called Memory.

Strange, how things get passed on

Even DNA , long after we’ve gone,

Strange, how beliefs get entrenched

How we fawn when we act as Pawn.

Atavistic fears that have no reason

Beliefs, that get labelled as treason,

All because habit turns stronger than steel

 You can’t bend it, whatever your passion.

The Fears of darkness all unfounded

While, Hope within is all unbounded,

Not unreal the dichotomy that exists in us 

The more civilized, the more, by the past, surrounded.

All this, I guess, till we turn truly Robotic 

Then Atavism will, indeed, be antique 

Happier, were we, as shepherds, perhaps 

The Sun here, the Moon there, truly Nomadic.

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