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A Race of Hope

The glimpse of the last thread of sun,
I heard a voice between the legs of an unfortunate mother, It screamed to the voice of its heart,
Lo! The nurse exclaimed. "Its a baby, but..."
It was just another night,
The birth of a new human race,
Like the girl with four hands,
This was just another mutant.

Millions of mutants have passed by,
Double heads,  sickle cells,  blue skins,
Many suffered, many dead,
And human rejoiced for its own genes.

The baby, I name him Aeam the First,
He grew and aged with strongest of bones, His brain was sharper than the sanest of men,
His skin was glowing brighter than the moon.

Every boy in the town envied on him,
Every girl he met, fell shy for him,
They felt like apes in front of humans,
Who knows if the reason for the rage of apes!

Aeam the First, was another animal,
A seed from the Darwin's tree of life,
All he wanted was to spread his genes,
Struggling his life than anyone on earth.

One day he went to a forest in depth,
He saw a rock in the midst of the jungle,