¨I´ve seen some of them...¨ (homage to Jacques Prevert)

 

I´ve seen some of them.

They come in all shapes and sizes,

colors and ages.

Outwardly, they believe they are

all unique…

…inside they are all the same.

They move about through their lives

in an arbitrary order,

going along with ever changing times,

like a field of wheat in a summer breeze.

 

One can only wonder

what rough beast was born,

its hour come round at last,

to incite the crucifixion of a species.