Human: What A Thing To Be

Humanity. Human.

What a terrible thing to be.

When we look back at everything,

Humanity has painted red,

Every twisted evil thought,

Every twisted evil deed,

We, who kill our mother,

We, who take and give nothing,

We, who slaughter each other in droves,

We, who think only of bettering ourselves,

Of stepping on others if it is to our advantage.

Do we feel shame?

Do we feel the loss of everything we have killed?

Do we feel the ghosts of those we murdered?

Humanity. Human.

What a terrible thing to be.

Our history is drenched with blood,

Our air laden with the screams of the past.

Countries, kingdoms and vast empires,

Built upon a ground slick with the remnants of what once was,

Built upon the backs of corpses,

Of mothers and children,

Of fathers brutally immolated before the very eyes of their families.

Do we tremble at the thought of such wreckage?

Do we shudder at such indifference?

Humanity. Human.

What a terrible thing to be.

We, who make excuses,

We, who accuse others of evil,

We, who are the biggest of hypocrites.

Humanity. Human.

We are proud to be called so,

We dominate the earth,

We had everything,

But we wanted more,

And so we killed our brothers,

Fought amongst each other,

Snarling and tearing at each other's throats,

Like a pack of wolves gone mad,

We have killed,

And for what?

"Territories" that didn't belong to us to begin with?

A land that was there to be shared?

A lump of cold, cold metal?

A rock as black as pitch?

We have killed,

And for what?

To get a point across?

Because one did not share an opinion?

Did not share a belief?

We have killed,

And for what?

Because of a difference in appearance?

Because of some deluded and misplaced sense of superiority?

We have treated each other worse than animals,