When it finally happens

I am alive due to having been born
Between great wars
But I am well aware
That was the luck of the draw
People born before me
Spent their lives upon fear
When the world was wild
When the atom was made slave
To the vile plans of man
Humanity instead
Is the slave
Once they fought with shield and club
The spear came later
And eventually the gun
Believing themselves high above
All men, all of the gods
Living in the high tower
They possess power
But they do not realize how it works
Uppermost is not the ability to kill
Nor riches
Nor pleasure
Or leisure
The goal of existence should ultimately be
Just one thing, love
And it is not expressed
By killing others

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