…..Does seeing a murder make it easier to do, are we murderous creatures regardless of our superficial features, and why no one had to teach us; surely it provided some checks and balances in life’s many featured films, are foreseeable motives god’s inspirations or instructions, we do it so well, murder might be our function. We burn Mother Earth at the stake, let the fire simmer as if all of nature is for dinner. We are the death and doom we’ve written about, it’s amazing how we lie and pout, while sitting on the throne in both heaven and hell, we’re the ringer and the bell, the teller and the tale, what’s told has made us bold, then there are tellers with tales to makes us fold. We are the bearers of gifts, and the thieves that left no fingerprints; fragrance and scents, as well as the stench that could make any autopsist wince.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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We are a complex bunch.
so true, dear Poet
brotherly love, as our conduit to demise
those by our sides, we kill for
those on the other 'side', we deem
as beneath our need to respect
and love;
sister's, crying that we stop
all this masculine chest drumming
malevolence
while we men stubbornly devolve
to assault rifles
from machetes and throwing dirt
..
cyclicality of inherited, cultural
influences
our proximity to hate, blossoming
the flowers of our generation's, hate
we aspire for greatness
with each bullet we choose, to destroy
than fire and murder a brethren
that we know, just killed our
sister..
wait, who can accept such a fate
nah, bring out the nuclears
lets all be blinded and die
b'cos
I don't have it in me to let my
families killer, simply slide
...
and on, with each death toll
total
we distance ourselves from
the humane, in our species
name...
It’s very hard not to point out the hypocrisy of mankind, it lies at the bottom of all our problems; self centered and delusional should be our name.
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