Humans

A.N:  This poem is mine and an translation to my Portuguese version, which I write in high school in an Portuguese (discipline) work. I still have the small prize I received for it and the prove I have writhed…so, don’t even think of stealing.  So, people, what do you think…this was, actually, the very first poem I have ever write. I have much more and much better! **blushes**

Humans

All against all.

In an undying war.

There’s only the foulness

Of a dire Life.

It’s nature itself,

That creates us thus.

To kill each other undignified

In an endless, cycle.

We are as we are,

We don’t run or lie.

We have accepted what we are

And state what we feel.

We kill our own,

With brutality or aloofness.

We do not know remorse,

But discovered grief.

We are what we are,

Humans and nothing more.

We fight for what we are,

For the life we yearn.

Nothing more, that we can do,

Nothing more, can we desire.

We are familiar with pure gratification.

And pay no heed to the dreaming.

The End