Was it not strange that no relief

Was found except in death?

What happened to the old belief

That life meant more than breath?

Some still could pose that query,

Were seeking still our goal,

And had not grown too weary

To reassess our role.

They wished to ease our burden,

To make the game more fun,

Stop killings that occurred when

Something better could be done.

They looked around themselves and knew

That life was much the same

For all their struggling fellows who

Were with them in the game.

They saw that what was needed

Was the same for every man,

And when this clue was heeded

They began to form a plan.

They thought that if they were to share

Their work to stay alive

Then everyone would better fare

And they might all survive.

So then they grouped together and

Divided one for one

Among the members of their band

The things that must get done.

To some it fell to tend the nest,

Some husbanded the food,

Each doing most what he did best

And doing all he could.

Now this was quite efficient

And we found that we could reap

A harvest so sufficient

We had extra left to keep.