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'' That's Why The Humans Have Gone ''
When the creators met up,
They got all het up,
They said let's have a competition,
A new creation is what we'll set up,
They agreed on a brand new edition.
One who'll stand alone,
With a dulcet tone,
Upright and capable of thought,
Adventurous as well as a mind of their own,
An animal who can be self-taught.
We'll give them compassion,
Make free will their fashion,
Procreation must merit a mention,
Intelligence in them we must not ration,
A saviour was to be their intention.
With so many Gods,
Who attended in squads,
On a colour they could not agree,
With each other they were all at odds,
So each said they will look like me.
The problem there,
Was they weren't aware,
That the Gods came in different shades,
Being colour blind they didn't care,
It was just like a game of charades.
Soon we were at war,
Which our creators abhor,
Racism was the name it was given,
Soon the Gods were asking, 'what for ',
With hatred their creations were driven.
After many years,
We left them in tears,
Different colours just could not get on,
So it's back to the drawing board for our pioneers,
' That's Why The Humans Have Gone '
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`` That`s Why The Humans Have Gone ``
`` That`s Why The Humans Have Gone ``
