Herbert Nehrlich - Humane

It's the heart that beats
its incessant tune
will it ever give in
at the change of the moon?

As our limbs succumb
to a leaden fatigue
and our minds obey
an empowering league,

it's the have-more plan
that was laid in our cots,
and humane is the word
of forget-me nots.

Herbert Nehrlich

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