Superiority Complex
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Sandra Feldman
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All things are of interest,
From the fragile ant that carries,
A crumb of bread that has fallen,
And is bigger than herself,
To the vast, infinite Universe,
Whose hidden meaning, so far,
Has been more or less a guess.
Who are we to destroy, plunder?
Things, we surely did not make,
We, who are but dirt and thunder,
Yet, still think, we are so great,
We should be quite a bit humbler,
And respect each living gift,
And take care of all the wonders,
This great Earth has yet to give.
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