We are hopeless, helpless and worthless creatures,
Designed to err…
We cut the throat of our own brother,
And drink his blood;
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A very nice poem.Indeed we are ''hopeless, helpless and worthless creatures''
I totally agree about man made religion. The man made grit and accumulations need to be pushed aside and use the simple truth of love and what goes around, comes around. Your poem is bitter and yet strong... Karin Anderson