Analog

Analog                      7/10/2015

Bitten, pricked, and photographed

We are measured against our will

Grown, Studied, and  engineered

Like an alien in a tube.

We have searched the dark

But we are still, far from home

Strangers in a strange land

Misunderstood

And hated. 

We could have had it all

If only we had known

As we barely scratched the surface

Selfish and immature.

But now that the scales have fallen

The treasure is lost

Sacrificed for our redemption

Once and for all.

But we are not the first

And most certainly not the last

Burned, betrayed,

Ridiculed and mocked.

There is no winning, in this world

And pride remains

The deadliest sin

As only the weakest lust for murder

Animalistic, jealous, and dumb.