Humanity

Here are some answers
That merge into riddle-
A question a child may ask
When he is little.
We love them,
We hate them,
Destroy and
Create them.
We raise them
We break them down.
We place on some
A bloodstained crown.
So what's the answer
To the inquiry
Of "what creature
Can this creature be?"
It rots as
The years go on.
It's evil
It lives upon
And soon they will
All be gone
The creature I see.
T'was made from
The dust of earth
It's capable of rebirth
It's worth less than
Potter's clay,
Yet worth more than
Gold can pay-
Oh what can it be?
Their lives should be
Void of hope,
And yet hope is
What they hold.
They live in the
Snowy waste
But some are never cold.
They walk through
The fires of hell
But when they survive
They tell
Of how they are
Gladder now
And this leaves me
ondering how
This creature
is still alive.
How this creature
Exists at all.
Why has it
Yet to fall?
I'm wondering now.

If the world ends
Or all are saved,
It's them who are to blame.
This creature has power
For good or for ill-
"Humanity" is it's name.

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