The Glass

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I argued with my dad for anarchy;
I told him total freedom is my cause
and said if we were all we’re meant to be
we wouldn’t need to fashion any laws.
But he asserted lawmaking’s a clue
we understand the things we need to do.

Perspective comes from looking down or up.
Opinion rides on if you push or pull.
I see the liquid halfway in the cup,
but is it getting emptier or full?

And has our species made a just progress
or are we, in the grander scheme of things,
a group of barely marginal success,
bereft of wisdom, talons, gills and wings?

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