by Conner Good

Created on: July 03, 2009

Losing the Race

You know, it seems that all people want to do nowadays is get in fights.

So I guess

it would be

hypocritical of me

to keep writing this.

Because

probably

according to society

It is raising a petty fight.

And that's what I want to write about.

They always tell you in English class

to dot your i's

cross your t's

and never start a tale with

"I'm going to tell you a story."

I'm going to tell you a story.

There once was a very stupid society.

It is recorded that in some cultures

they called this disgrace

the human race.

And that it was- a race.

A race to see

who could

indefinitely

outrun the opponent.

And who was

the human race's

opponent?

The human race.

You see, while the world was experiencing tragedy,

the human race

held its hands in front of its face.

While

hunger

death

grief

poverty

ignorance

scorn

selfishness

war

ruled the earth, the human race preferred to get in petty fights.

Who do we attack next?

Who's the best president?

Whose straw is too small?

Copyright laws?

Who deserves the money?

Where will we get more honey?

How should she be charged?

Will the groundhog see his shadow before March?

How will the country react?

You'll mess up the entire act!

Should we go to war?

Do you even want war?

Do you agree with him?

Do you agree with her?

Should I sue them?

Should I sue you?

Selfish questions that floated through courtrooms and bedrooms.

Ignorant questions that pierced hearts and minds.

Always thinking of themselves.

Never of others.

While those others lie

hungry

dying

grieving

poor

ignored

scorned

the noise of their quarrels rose above rooftops

and drifted to other ears.

Over poor, little things, the human race kept on fighting.

Who missed this typo?

Where did all of the years go?

Do aliens exist?

What's the right way to kiss?

As far as financial fraud goes,

who really knows?

Is she my friend?

How will the world end?

But for once in history,

a question was answered.

That last one, ironically.

Soon, prying eyes saw the petty fights.

They saw their opportunity.

The human race slowly fell

they could not tell

the danger they were in.

For all around them,

hunger

death

grief

poverty

ignorance

scorn

selfishness

war

surrounded their eyes,

and weighed on their demise.

and I can surely tell you

that

for once in history,

a question was answered.

How will the world end?

For the human race,

the world ended not in explosions and tears,

but in words befallen upon ignorant ears.

They always tell you in English class

to dot your i's

cross your t's

and never end a tale with

"That was my story."

That was my story.

To you I hope it can be

a warning from me

for your sake

if you happen to be the human race.

But I guess

it would be

hypocritical of me

to tell you your own story.

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