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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