The Orator Speaks of The Human Condition

it is addressed thusly:
A question
it reads:
And when they have brought low
Everything that tears and stings
And even the elements will know
They are our playthings;
And then who will remain
The masters to tame?

Who is more dangerous than man
And who is more ingenious?
Are we not he? Then can
Anything be done to save us?
War is too grand
For a final stand;

All are too clever by half
And everyone is slightly mad
Perhaps one madcap laugh
Is what remains to be had
Before it all slips
Get into the ships!

And the clock no more does know
The times for its rings
And even the nurses are brought low
Who are the playthings
In this asylum
We must be 'em.

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