What a shame those transformed apes are,
Given two platters and a choice, the easiest so far,
A game no less than a child's play,
but too flawed, they chose a cruel stay,
On platter number one was a mind to create,
hands, feet, and the body to dress up and date,
Wear pretty, clever, and everything fashionable,
Wear soothing, stylish, and everything comfortable,
A mind to choose the color, the size, the pattern,
flavors there were more pleasing than heaven,
and there were irons, batteries, wires, screens,
the ability to create life prettier than a dream,
and there was kindness, music, and colors to embrace,
and an opportunity is given daily to live a life of grace,
Some transformed apes chose this platter,
Alas! very few, so it didn't matter,
What choice others made? Were they wise?
Did they let love rise? If not, then at what price?
On the other side was platter number two,
Cruelest, but how it managed to woo?
Number two let them go mad and do worse,
tear others' clothes and flesh with all the force,
or mock hungry appetite snatching their plate,
there was everything on sale, such a sad fate,
education, health, morals, and principles,
no generosity, no duty, but only business,
their hunger and greed never cease,
eventually, they chose pain over peace,
those feet and hands utilized to assault,
kill, suppress and take pride in every fault,
Two options given every day and all the time,
The choice easier than a nursery rhyme,
Despite all the power and the voice given,
those apes chose to be poison-ridden,
What a shame those transformed apes are,
Else who prefers platter two over one,
and darkness over the shining star?
What a shame those transformed apes are.