A comedy
Geese walking in a row
Almost in unison
Like humanity
To the beating of a silent drum
Inwardly smiling
Thinking nothing of tragedy
Of humanity's retreat
From life's throes
We who are humanity
In jungle of ruins
Tumbling in wind tossed time
Fear and indignity
Will we march in rhythm to a drum
Not I, I listen to only one
Mine only mine.
