A Dilemma

It is so sad when clarity gives way to frank befuddlement. It is the brain that cries for help. In dire need of nutrients that are not present in daily meals of classes lower than all mankind ought to tolerate. The father drinks, the mother soon, by being helpless slips into the mad morass of tempting fumes and nothing even less will ever matter in present time, or in an unknown future. There is no family, no one to care and share your life and destiny, so you must march alone. Leaving a legacy of ill-equipped and wide-set eyes, the surest sign of FAS, oh yes, it is the foetal syndrome that, related to the pure and steady consumption of the sauce. And then, once time has passed, and wind has blown to drown the voices of bold reason, the offspring (because it can) does copulate. Bring to this world inferior blood and damaged genes. And, does it show? Yes, God allowed (a day of slight confusion?) , the crud to live, ' which means he is naive, or rules with soft and whimpish fist. Though not to worry, I do not care, and I have read Mein Kampf some time ago, debating now what need be done. Decapitation or plain shooting, perhaps a pill of cyanide? 'Clean up this world', have said so many, referring to ethnicity. The question is, more urgently: Do we have standards in our humans to live up to and to uphold? And if we do, can we just kill the scum right where we find it? To answer does require not a searching of my soul, or endless fretting. A simple nod may do today for all tomorrows.