If we aim to be, not what we were
when at first we pushed out from the womb,
yet more, claim that life must be as fair
to us as others, we must make room

so that everyone may say the same
and grow, as we do, into people
who, like us will play an honest game;
for if we don't, we dig a deep hole

into which our morals disappear;
and then to hell with us, and our claim
that we were the rightful tenants here:
we'd have failed, to our eternal shame

to live up to our true potential.
Worse than animals we'd be, so low
our failure would be existential,
leaving only one place left to go:

oblivion, gone without a trace,
spiting all the promise we have shown.
The tragedy of our human race,
that by so few could be overthrown!

MP 51124