I often ponder
The dualistic nature
Of humankind,
How such sadism
And barbarism
Can exist in the
Same breath
As such altruism
And devotion,
We contradict ourselves
So thoroughly
That I begin to
Sympathise with
Philosophers and
Theologians,
For what must
It feel like
To spend one's life
In pursuit of the logic
Behind, why someone
Comes home to
Kiss their wife's cheek,
Surprising her with flowers,
Then a minute later,
Orders someone
To set the world
On fire.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: April 13th, 2026 04:52
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Comments6
You know, this poem reminds me of a certain novel, The Book Thief. It's quite popular, and this poem echoes its last line, in whcih Death proclaims:
I am haunted by humans
We are an odd species, aren't we. Great write
I love The Book Thief.
I cry everytime I read it.
Thank you for your kind words ♥️
A sad reality that emotions change upon a moment and love soon becomes hate. Well written
Thank you Soren ♥️
You are most welcome
Nicely done.
Thank you 😊♥️
On the mark. Well done Kora!
Thank you Katie ♥️
Dualistic? Demon possession has many names.
The way some 'humans' treat others, demon possession doesn't seem that far-fetched honestly.
There's no thrill in the flowers. There is in the fires. Just a reversal of importance it seems. Difference between human and inhuman. A poem that stirs one to think. Well written. A gem. - Phil A.
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