Poetry

Normal Death

As a new day dawns, and old one dies.

Yet no one weeps, no one cries.

Death has become normal, then again when was it not.

The act of causing death, though was never natural, and yet we as a human race have made it normal.

In our world where we pride ourselves on being highly intelligent even though we act worse than animals.

Animals kill to survive

We kill others so that we may thrive

I wonder who is more intelligent …

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