Humanity

Who really knows it?

                                   Really, who knows it?


                                   Photographs...
                                   present and past
                                   prompt no shock

                                   For life's "moving pictures"
                                   command unexplainable pain
                                   Real-time -- in your face inhumane

                                   Jagged embraces
                                   Unwanted and violated

                                   Gravel-kissed skin
                                   Cherry pools to swim in

                                   Steadily rotting on the inside
                                   Infections of the flesh and mind

                                   Unnatural stares in sneaky eyes
                                   Quiet so loud in the child's muffled cry

                                   Crooked thrones and selfish power
                                   Demand the hopeful to cower

                                   FEAR in blackened faces -- emerge from rubble
                                   Shattered and broken -- but not the windows

                                   Open mouths crave pills poured out
                                   Another life snuffed -- closed shut

                                   Bare feet and hungry hands blend in the concrete path
                                   A common "freedom" none want to have

                                   Run-ragged eyes
                                   See the tiring struggle to survive
                                   Before the imminent demise
                                   Extinguished light

                                   Brain beyond stunned
                                   Body past numb

                                   Tragedy's despair
                                   And disbelief's anguish
                                   Stab man's existing wounds
                                   Pain too powerful
                                   To be understood

                                   What can you say?
                                   What can you do?
                                   When sudden moments beckon
                                   action and reaction from you?


                                   Be HUMAN.

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