Egoryo

Without these 5 senses, who would you be,
A doctor, an artist, or just a body of mass?
As difficult as it is for you and me,
To live in this cruel society, filled with farce

The simple idea of collective growth and creed,
Is punishingly suppressed by the idea of competition,
Which, I agree, profoundly, stems from greed.
Blind are we, to such simplistic ideation.

Protesting for feeling oppressed, people's manipulative mindsets,
Charts the graph of decline, of our own collective growth cards.
Blame the evolution and complexity of the brains requests?
For the stimulus, is towards which we sheep forwards.

For a human to term himself the intelligent being,
Little do we know about our feeble beginnings.
Compared to the age of earth, let alone the sun,
We are just an egositic embryo, with atom fillings.

Seems its much of a ask, to simply exist?
Difficult to handle our egos, we end with our fists.
Resonating these words, just for the stimulus of my brain,
I rest my case, in this ever-unveiling game.