Every voice is raised against itself;
The ear refuses to admit the sound.
What's rational is placed upon the shelf,
The inner reptile is now unbound,
Allowed free reign across the body's strength
The thumb opposable, the mind creative,
Allowed to stretch itself to its full length
And play with talents never native
To its own evolution. All is wild,
Whatever was once sacred is profaned,
The self returned to what's before the child
And in that former history arraigned
To face the past as judge of what has come.
It does not like the thing it has become.
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