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You missed, Calling me a pessimist, For I opt, To be an optimist, But, that doesn't mean, I should close my eyes, To the mean scene. Nooooo... I should scrutinize, Realize, And, materialize. Create the love, With a kid's glove, Gentle, On the mental, As we progress, Though our regression, Success, Instead of depression. Though it makes no sense, The human presence, Wants to go that way, It hasn't been a matter, Of what I say, I can point to the evidence, Showing them the tatter... But, it doesn't seem to matter! It's easy now, To see, What we want to be. Somehow... I've found, We got turned around. On closer inspection, Does anyone notice, We're headed, In the wrong direction? On introspection, Is our justice, What's dreaded, We just lack the diction? We're not apt, To adapt, Quick enough, I'm not saying, "Tough!" Rather, Let's get it together, So, we don't sacrifice, Innocence. We may choose, For us to lose, But, should we impose, Our view, On those, Who are without blame? I'm asking you... 'cause that'd be a shame.