Continuation of the Species

Endless dreams
Endless schemes
Life's full of ups and downs

Milk and honey
All that money
What a lot of clowns

Why do we do it
If we but knew it
We are all taken for a ride

Like lambs to slaughter
Horses to water
Content in our own pride

We do not hear the laughter
We do not feel the pain
But someone’s laughing at us
As we procreate in vain

Brenda S. Warhurst