Is it wrong that I often despise humanity?
The falsity of manipulation painted on faces
drenched in chemical fragrance to numb the
fresh stench of faeces. Everyone scrambling
for the pearly gates, lists in arse pocket detailing
the souls they used as stepping stones to reach
utopia within their poisoned minds.The false
echo of television, propaganda spoon fed to
the masses. Is it wrong that some days I despise
humanity? Hate speech wrapped in a silk bow
and sealed with a kiss of death, as children starve
for our fears. As children die for our silence…
worse still, as children survive for our ignorance
such sadness they must know.
Blind rationality, fools leading
the fools where is the compassion in my fellow
human? All out? Upon land upon oceans upon pixels…
not our problem. Not our problem. Not our problem.
Since when did human lives become…not, our, problems.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Photo prompt Photo credit Maricris Cabrera