What is the real value of your own life, and other people’s? Is it the right thing, to risk your life’s blood to stop a bear attack, when no one cares?
Seems 'we all' need Blue-Blonde People above else.
If you don't, then I would like no explanation for that.
If so, I think I'd need examination of your 'superiors,'
which I already saw in your first grade - who didn't?
An' we must completely forget true existence so pure. In the national parks, animals must eat to live, and that includes us, as we are now on the menu.
The Park Rangers told me human life is meaningless.
Yet I used it to save people’s lives in this our country.
This nation has no name forever, but a far flung flag
for other countries in the world, and why not theirs?
Does it matter if you should tempt fate and tease Death - if it happens to be a case where other people might die if you don’t? Does your life matter?
In the darkest reaches of a cosmos I couldn't ever obtain
easily - which described the reaches cerulean blue Waste,
outlined by Israel, describing the growing dead Moslems,
I should believe such people are hamburgers - but don't.
So I lived to tell this tale, even though I had been feckless brave enough to attempt to tell a gigantic black bear to go back up mountain in order to eat.
Chomped down in approximately thirty-one seconds, I am
not anyone's value to monotony folk, but I’m overly proud,
forty-seven years old - and you all still are somehow being
safe by a babbling brook's non-anti-Semitic forces, neither
food for the wild beasts - nor in a country with a real name.