A Passive Grievance

So this is it,
the grand march of progress.
Funny.
I guess,
I came to expect something less,
torturous.
The smell of sweat,
a sense of regret.
Is this as good as it gets?
Humanity,
destined to be
short of breath
and afraid of death.

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