Perhaps the most complex specimen in our known universe,

Our world revolves around us,

The sun shines solely for our enjoyment for we are the ultimate creation,

We practically ooze with confidence, Animals have nothing on the violence humans cause,

War, chaos, disaster,

All are synonyms of the human consciousness,

Desolate soles, forced to exist together in makeshift harmony called life,

We dance to the beats of several drums which play in time with each other and create mankind,

What an ironic name,

For man is not always kind