The Human Condition

We are little ants
Who hurry and scurry,
All our lives
We fret and we worry
And when we act,
We are often sorry,
We die in wars
For God, flag and glory
And our end
Is usually gory.

Wrote the Bard:
'Can't you see
What fools these
Mortals be...'

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz