Sponkulus Nodge

As you stare down at your hands This what you are: Man Never to understand Itself or surround So tuck yourself in the folds of your clothes Don't put your feet where your mouth once was Keep a critical mind from the prying eyes Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde Is man kind? or does he lie In defence of the most spiteful pride Aren't we civilised That we decide to divide Each other lives into sides In wars few survive If it was the end would we know it by now? What could we do to find out? Other than stare up and wait for death to fall out the cloud All moral objection is treason as fears keep rations on reason Human beings: what little humanity found Goodbye I resign Nice try Can't leave yourself behind Staring back down at your hands This is who you are, you're man Best assimilate with the clan And do all you can not to stand ou