International Harvester Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Born naked of theory, of ideology
When you cry, it's not for the false wolf of things that cannot be helped or changed or that really don't matter
It's for a birth into a world that an empty baby brain can only relate to with tears
 
Die full of regrets, preconceptions, prejudices, opinions
When you make an accident out of what type of situation you find yourself in as an elderly person
You ignore what little power you'd actually possessed
There was free will and the chance to correct self-destruction
A chance to bind with other people with love
Instead of pushing them away without love