Perils Of Being A Human Being

A man believes in future
Spends time to predict
Through his notions of intelligence
& half-beliefs
Catches hold of a rainbow
To fill the colors on his private sky
& when the sun rolls to the other side
He dares enough to sell this find
Pretends to care and to guide
Busy counting royalty
As colors become his copyright

History is only a judge
While men form the jury
The kingdoms fall, and rulers in command
Know politics is an injury
Yet the light still shines and re-lives
In thousands of years of human form
As heroes are born in short supply
We bid our time singing their songs