MAN'S KIND

Ants- we work in endless toil

Hurried feet across the soil

Stopping just to procreate

Then once more unto our fate.



Rats- we all live underground

Scurried thoughts and whispered sound

Surfacing for work and play

Then back down come night or day.



Birds- we flock to distant lands

Fluttered wings across the sands

Making nests we hope will last

Soon forgotten in our past.



Men- we take all that we see

Muttered claims of destiny

Building what we cannot grow

Destroying all we do not know.