I could have been born a speck of dust,
That floats upon the wind,
To add to the many,
That flocks together,
Making the early kin.
I could have been born a seed,
That energises the ground,
When wet the magic is worked,
So the trunk is nice and round.
I could have been born a mighty tree,
That started with humble tie,
From the blade to the greatest wood,
Green hopes reaching for the sky.
I could have been born an apple,
The fruit of such creation,
That fell off the vine onto ancient floor,
To cease such deflation.
I could have been born an earwig,
To sample the great plants bloom,
So that my feed is base and plenty,
Thus my life is not of gloom.
I could have been born a rat,
To spoil another’s need,
But my quest for survival has begun,
Thus I invade to spread my seed.
I could have been born a dutiful cat,
To chase the rat away,
To ensure that the earwig did not die in vain,
So in mouth I carry rat away.
I could have been born a serene dove,
So I can play with feline,
Although with olive branch I proudly bear,
I continue to play with lion.
I could have been born a humble dog,
To catch the cat that plays,
In thoughts of ending a constant problem,
To keep away the feline craze.
I could have been born a majestic stallion,
Standing proud on my hooves,
As with my stature I can keep watch,
Over these fools and their moves.
But when it comes to these choices,
I am unfortunate,
I am something unpleasant,
“Very incandescent”,
A supposed proportionate.
I was born an evil beast,
That destroys this fine Earth,
Through horrid exploits,
And constant fights,
Such as mass commerce.
A species so low in moral,
But highest on the food chain,
As no other creature,
Has amassed such a feature,
A mix of greed, lust and pain.
I could have been born so much better,
Rather than the thing I seem,
I ashamed of the species,
That swims in it\'s faeces,
I am a human being.