Instincts

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Feb 11, 2019 

One day,
eyes open.
Open
to
see what
is.
Look around.
Look to see,
see what 
we are.
See where
we are.
Do what
we do. 
Driven.
Driven to
to do what
we do.
Why?
Instincts, 
programmed 
into our
being,
our soul.
No choice,
must be
what we 
are.
Instincts.
Procreation,
self 
preservation 
top two.
Sex and
violence 
entwined into
the tapestry
of human
existence.
Permeates 
everything.
Books.
Music.
Poems.
Art.
Movies.
Fashion.
Cosmetics.
Aim to
attract,
procreate.
Wars.
Social strife.
Self preservation.
Human civilization
controlled,
contrived,
programmed.
Instincts control.
Human 
programming.
Look around
it’s all programmed.
Everything!

 

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