Mortals

What fools we mortals have become
Thrashed and tattered our numbers spun
Minimized to grazing fiends
Drunk off that of our own greed
When will the moral struggle sigh
Fledgling hopes again will die

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.