As slaves for the Annunaki,
Designed for energy--
We have the capacity to do work,
And the tasks they didn't want to do.

And our DNA complains,
Shames us that we haven't done enough,
That our worth depends upon
Ergs and calories burned.

And yet the complexity of guilt
Compounds from a culture beyond our own,
Demands a seventh day to rest
Because some influential someone did that long ago.

But the Homo of our sapiens,
Native to the grasses here,
Doesn't feel the need to own or strive,
But simply to graze and be and replicate
Some forgotten aboriginal hope.

-jenn