The Downside

threat

We have to notice threats. We’ve got no claws
or fangs for combat, nor a wing for flight.
We think and link and manufacture laws.
We master fire to deflect the night.
We’re wired to react when something’s wrong,
attuned to notice off, reversed, askew,
but we’re not born with monitors for strong
approval, or detection of the true.

Our evolution comes as no surprise.
The contest is impossible to miss:
There’s no survival pressure to be wise,
and instinct doesn’t drive toward happiness.
I say we’d better better how we’re bred
or waste existence, fretting till we’re dead.

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4 Responses to The Downside

  1. Sadah says:

    Well written.

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