The Fake Humanists

Setting the traps to kill men, The only word they utter— Humanity! Humanity! The stain of blood is on their hands And burning fire into their eyes; The drink for their thirst is human blood; Their hearts are harder than stones; Still the only word they utter— Humanity! Humanity! Like asses, men listen to them And weave in their dreams The baya weavers’ nests of peace and equality; They can’t foresee the angel of death And the slaughter-house in front of them. When they come to know, they can’t escape And become the dumb corpses; Surrounding them, there is heard the long sighs Of civilization. The fake humanists have set traps In every sphere of life. Always they get crazy for murder; But they call men with a tone Sweeter than sweetmeat And the only word they utter— Humanity! Humanity!