Of the billions of people in existence now;
Each one of us is only a fraction of a percent
A miniscule infinitesimal of gross insignificance
We are as ants are to us;
We are nothing in any grand scheme of things
So why are we all given such power?
Such a grand amount of decision;
We all have choices; but worst of all we have emotion
We have the ability to feel,
Why when we are so minute, why do we need that?
A further burden which inevitably only hurts,
Because small things are easily lost.
What do you think?
Comments
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Simple and strong...
A very nice poem. This is a big idea that is conveyed nicely in a tight, conenient package. To take something of universal proportions and put it in the palm of the hand takes some skill and good dose of talent, so you should be very pleased with your effort here. I don't often focus on the visual but your choice of background seemed to add to this poem's power, too. Nice job.language: 3, rhythm: 5, subject: 4, tone: 5, form: 4.
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