I don't think I'll survive
Even one day in the wild
Amongst heartless savages.
Yet I wake every day
Prepare and pack away
And enter the world of humans.
Living is an illusion
Of security and morals
A façade from cheaply bought happiness.
Yet the walls crash down
And true colours show
Displaying animalistic behaviour.
We're the savage of the savages
Killing the any and every
Yet we label animals as wild.
I may not yet see
But I'm sure I too
Fall in this category.
We inhumane humans
Of deep unknowing souls
Rotten and vile to the core
So I'll take initiative
And finished it off
I'll rid the world down to less one-
Eventually..
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| "When humans act with cruelty we characterize them as 'animals', yet the only animal that displays cruelty is humanity." |
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This poem is also going to be a part of the series I told y'all about earlier but this one is in Azuré's POV.
Do you believe Azuré has a point in saying humans are the most inhumane in the general sense?
Until next time,
Ade Alethra
YOU ARE READING
Early Stages
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.
