Peaceful cows gently graze on the green hills
Naive in the world, unaware of their destiny
Their species will survive, but not them individually,
Complacent martyrs of bovine success.

What metaphors we use to describe lives similar,
In jest we point and snicker in the ear
Assuming ourselves are not so dossal
Pushing away any doubt, behind us.

We need much reassurance
And comforting from our fellows
Identifying with our base group
From which to point.

Our species is surviving, certainly.
What of us individually?
Are we martyred?
In dead end tasks dulling our brains?
In relationships diseasing our spirits?