It is we who buy the guns and we who pull the trigger.
It is we who make the bombs, and we who set its timer.
It is we who pay the price, carve the knife, pierce it into another.
It is we who take the drink, drive the car, crash our brothers.
The gun has no brain and neither the bomb,
The drink has no restraint, neither a knife.
It is we who make the choice, choosing evil over the better,
It is we who wreck humans and wonder where humanity’s gone?
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the above image was gotten from PInterest
We live in a world where-
misery is loved,
Hope is foreign,
Faith- turned scarce.
Living is dreary,
Dying is norms.
Tears have dried up,
The soil is bloodied.
Wealth is secluded,
Walls are put up,
Humans are shut out,
Colour is a measure,
Of worth of living.
And the life, many are living.
the beautiful image I used above is courtesy of The dream store
A little boy- as he roams the street,
Bare feet- scorching heat underneath;
He runs without shoes;
He don’t care,
about the 40 degrees radiating on them.
The teenagers, bathing in the stream-
Green with algae visible undersea;
Half naked, with bruises on their skin
Each scar, a story-
But they don’t care
Just glad to have a place to bath in.
The young mother- baby in her arm
Clothed in black, covered with a scarf
Hands protruded in search of alms
Heedful of pity looks, towards her child-
But she don’t care,
Will take it in;
As long as the baby gets money for milk.
These I saw on my way to school;
Riding a bus, overwhelmed with guilt
And compassion towards humanity;
A pair of slippers, a few pounds
Even a faint smile-
The difference it could bring about.
In the strides of his feet,
The protraction of her hands,
The ripples of the water,
As the teenagers splashed about;
I found something I wasn’t searching for-
I found humanity… or rather,
Humanity found me.