Human nature.

(The four laws of being human.)

I.
In image and in verse,
In ocean and in song,
We will always tell our stories.
For the show must  go on.

The image takes us elsewhere,
and the verse moves us along.
But despite our programmed hardware,
We are all but slaves to song.

II.
Ten bodies fall on the field of battle.
But nobody knows their names.
The only thing left which is not forgotten
Is the place from which they came

When leading ourselves by our hands,
we, in our own minds, are gods.
To hell with the earth, her people and lands,
while we sit silent upon the logs.

III.
I've heard before that love is pain,
yes this indeed I've heard.
But pain is not what love is for,
which makes it quite absurd.

I've loved a little, I've died a lot,
each time in their turn.
But love is always bigger to me,
for this is the life I've learned.

IV.
Human nature is a puzzling job,
although we seem to care.
Human nature is a troubling lot,
but a lot we all must bear.