Mankind’s unintended cross – a poem

yet we are enslaved,By the works of our handsThe beautiful things we’ve made to serve usNow sits as lord, dictating how we run. We made the shirt,For us to wearBut if a man dresses not like the restHe is termed a weirdo not fit for a friend We built housesAnd now it tellsHow one may … Continue reading Mankind’s unintended cross – a poem