The Forgotten Human

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The Forgotten Human

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We have conquered oceans,
Split the atom,
Touched distant planets,
And taught machines to imitate thought.
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Yet still
A child cries from hunger.
Still
War feeds upon the young.
Still
The poor bury dreams
While the rich decorate emptiness.
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Humanity learned how to fly like birds,
And swim like fish,
But forgot the ancient art
Of living as humans.

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