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How can you know what has been Except it be born again And why cannot you just say This is part of the human race An unperfected species it seems With much changes in the genes Occurring over again and again Until it reaches a limit Nature has limits in its plan and this extends to plants, beast and man How do we know where one stopped and the other began? Our problem is we're too damn smart The infants in the world Stomping our feet, getting in the way and never without a word to say regardless of how little we know One wants to say, sit down! Shut up! You 're always speaking from your gut Never even realizing you have a brain What we need is a self made tape Of all we think and do But then everyone could know What we do is never a true Indication of who we are or what we think But someone else's thought wrapped in our mind Or an effort to cover or behinds For stupidity An entity comes to the earth And we give it a name Only to explain to it You should not be here you are a shame To those of us who are brain-dead And never learned to think We pay good money to experts and specialist who read and think for us while we look at the tube To be excited by boobs and violence, greed and hate While spending the rest of our time Seeking a date So we can be energized To go back to work and make a buck investing it all on frivolous things That have no meaning Who are we someone will ask The day some of us are reborn into a sane world Where a different human exists I wonder what its color will be For that is the key To the world we now live in. Perhaps we should talk to the X-ray machine Or take a sample of blood Then that would destroy our need For the ghetto and the hood We could not debate about who is best And the one who are the chosen few There would only be me and you. And we'd have to recognize What we are, FOOLS.