When will we be able to make amends for our mistakes?
By wiping it all away;
this is the kindness of man.
I wonder how hatred seems to
evolve from the words you
speak? Do you ever loathe?
The idea that you are a creature
evolved from ignorance and genocide.
You are not souls in a machine,
and you are not the many stars in the sky.
You didn't waste your lives, too many
hands pulled you down. To hells you
couldn't find.
Outside the world that is inverted,
is there any world besides what you invented.
When you are unaware of the planet you are on;
quiet and very much alive.
But alone in almost all aspect.
Is that you can't make it up for the problems you are left with.
- Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 25th, 2023 18:22
- Comment from author about the poem: When man keeps changing into something, that looks less and less like an actual man.
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 2
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