"Oh, humanity" by sparrky101
Isn't humanity the most funny thing?
There are passionate chirps from a distance, while clouds crowd the Sun.
Light plays and peeks over treetops
And throughout the sky.
Nature is beauty, and it cuts, copies, but creates
Clever crafts and callow colours.
But we are in the midst of our own society,
Fake and modified,
Like the new phones we are glued to. Listening,
To music that pops, tunes that crackle and pop, not hearing
The truth ringing away.
We go to war, but what for? We win some, we lose some, don't you think it's all dumb?
Do you truly believe that causing more problems for not only you,
Will solve all your previous issues?
The soft and tender feel on your fingertips,
smooth velvet like downy clouds, suddenly become the glossy metal of
A gun.
Loaded on your own lies, the bullet to the canon you call your mouth.
Heaven in our tongue, hell in our words,
The perfect balance to create this false sense
Of earthly matters.
Screams of pain, cries of joy, hard bark of birch, polished shoes,
A bittersweet taste of coffee, of lies, the scent of home, cozy for one, clean for two.
And your thoughts lapping back and forth like an ocean, never really leaving.
A wolf's howl, the shudder of engines.
There is the orchestra of instruments and symphony of voices, crying, yelling,
But we don't hear them, do we?
Only ourselves.
There are 2 connections that matter most. 1~ I'm a human. Wow! Yup, strange, right? See, what nobody understands is that not everyone is like that. Nothing can apply to all humans; except that. We're all humans. Not all gay, lesbian, girl, boy, black, white, pretty, bullied, strong. But all human. That's why we have human rights. Because everyone should get it. But not everyone gets them, which brings us to my second connection; 2~ Relatability. All of us are human, but maybe not all of us are obsessed with our phones, or rejects nature subconsciously, but either we do, or we've seen someone do it. And how I can guarantee that is because, again, we're all human. I can't explain it; humanity is just the funniest thing.
- Sparrky
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