HUMANITY’S WASTE

Another morning drowned in the tar of nightmares, Where hope commits suicide at the tip of a deceitful syringe. Demons scream insults, eyes stab like blades, And smiles are but traps with finely sharpened swords. Humanity crumbles in the ashes of its own betrayals, Their outstretched hand hides a blade, their blessing, a curse. We pray to sterile idols, we sacrifice the soul for a few clicks, And today’s kings rule on plastic thrones. They say evil is the exception but I see it reign, In the streets, in the homes, in the hearts, in the palaces. I saw kindness strangled beneath the laughter of a cynical world, I saw innocence stoned, sacrificed for aesthetics. I believe no more but in my rage, my pain, my memory: They alone do not betray me, they alone speak truth. I wander through a desert of shadows, with no guide, no faith, no brother, A voluntary exile from this planet rotting with war. If the universe holds a scale, it tips toward decay, And I, surviving on principle, sink deeper into the crack. A victim's lament, a silent ordeal, one final truth: This world is but a circus of demons in search of humanity.