We’re ruled by flimsy Nietzscheans
“It’s all too human”, spoke their mentor
So they dehumanized for us
The services, forced us surrender
To the machineries that count
All that we are, and regulate
All that we could have been, without
The guidance of inhuman state
I doubt that Nietzsche saw that far
Although he prophesized decay
A boudoir philosopher
For jaded bourgeoisie, he played
A wise man’s comedy for those
Nocturnal chaps who lived behind
Closed curtains - I tend to suppose
That’s us, those who forgot to die.
Are we becoming
Less Human,
With technology
Invading our very being,
With siren AI claims of
Improving our hearing,
Thinking and seeing?
With AI chips
Implanted in our brain,
Will our humanity flee and
Only binary logic remain?
Will our bodies become
Just another
Registered domain,
An internet connection
Without a soul,
Without a name?
If error is human, being inhuman can be sometimes better...?
From the mass arose, a one of its kind---
Resolved to affect, the whole of mankind.
A brain gifted to influence the lot.
He owes to all, lives he bought.
His legacy lies in clandestine veins,
That rules lands, the inhuman terrains.
Calculating minds surrender to him.
Evil incarnate, he makes heads spin.
Empathy not, revenge he seeks,
Nature's curse, he promises peaks.
Philanthropy a garb, to make up for all
The sins he caused at ambition's call.
He feeds on wealth, he feeds on fire
He is love's craziest desire
He makes his rules, owns them all
Bitterness incarnate, he causes downfall.
Heartless with one’s heart heart, I speak where does the words go? Do they evaporate within carless whispers released in the wind constantly being repeated or rewind, recycled. If no one cares responses, heartless, cold as if one’s heart is engraved in stone beyond apprehension.
THE soldier nvades
foreign land...
Dead or alive
he laughs and cries...
alive or dead
nature withers
and humanity suffers...!
In the place where I live,
there was nothing before...
No house, no constructions
it was total desolation...
Now they planted grain of
development, sowed
bricks, glass and tiles and
invented urban labyrinth
in the place of haphazard and stones...
But they brought regrettable
resulting from modernity:
Fear, terror, accidents and assaults...
Is this progress...!?
the eyes and sights,
the little lips,
the face
wanna tell something
noiseless civilly
our boastful
verbose words
shut these all beautiful
make mute these all
and we the beastly inhuman
behave everywhere as unruly tyrant deaf
oh
for our impertinent dazzling happiness
liking this all in burning fire of sorrow
-Chattogram, BD
ignorance of self
makes the field of war to prove
earth for inhuman!
-September 01, 2019 Chattogram
Thinking about death
when i had the weirdest thought
What if when the body dies
we remain inside
Scientist can tell what parts of the brain are active
But cant explain where thoughts come from
What if we just continue
trapped
alone in life
alone in death
Watching the saddest movies to cry and camouflage my shame
The grief of others hides my lying tears
The smile on my face looks so out of place
Never share my dead emotions
With your inhuman race
Border politics
Donald Duck
Child without parents
19.06.2018
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The lune is also known as the American Haiku 5-3-5 Syllables
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Inhuman is what this act is
When will this madness cease?
My heart wants to howl today
How one man turned the lives of those parents gray
Can you not see what is wrong here?
Not another moment of this craziness I can bear!
Wake up from your sleep you morons
How many more have to die to stop these gorgons
How many more kids have to sacrifice their beautiful lives?
How long do we have to live on the edge of knives?
I wish I could do anything to help those in pain
Lawmakers don’t let those countless deaths be in vain.
(If Poe had one, he might have written thusly)
The rhythmic thump
‘gainst the floor
That resounds
Both day and night
That gentle rustle,
That familiar bustle
That accompanies me
Through deepest, darkest night
That calms my soul
And fills the hole
That void that
Would otherwise exist
Presence there That ne’er
E’er, ceases to persist
Whose touch I feel
And who so insists…
That I touch in turn
And caress in delight…
And whose tail thumps
Rhythmically, faithfully (and light)
And is the measured metronome
That calms hearth, heart and home
My canine friend, e’er true blue
Who helps me through
The deepest…darkest…dreary
night
What is human?
Helpless screams plead to deaf ears,
Sinister smiles paint the faces of the corrupted,
Blind eyes turn towards suffering with a grin,
False heroes cover up the casualties of greed,
Broken souls scattered about like toys,
It makes you sick,
The horror of reality,
It makes you cry,
The heart wails in the place of the helpless,
It makes you restless,
Nightmares occur to wide open eye lids,
It makes you angry,
History replaced with pretty lies,
You just want to run,
Wondering around aimlessly forever,
You can never escape,
Trapped in this mysterious maze of hell,
It’s everywhere you turn,
It’s painful,
It can't be helped,
Here is humanity,
Here lies sin
Yearning, wanting, dreams and desires,
Lust in our eyes, burning with fire.
Rebuilding ambition in every man,
Casting aside what we don’t understand.
Taking for granted things oh so small,
Attention to detail no problem at all.
Gain, greed and wealth, wanting so much,
Headlong too eager, always we rush.
Advice never headed, its such a chore,
Arguments, crime, murder and war.
Easing our wanting anyway at all,
Living a riddle without metaphors.
Innocent children turned septic inside,
Witnessing atrocities through uncaring eyes.
Lullabies forgotten, long laid to rest,
Living life in doubt, through the pain we infest.
We don’t cry with meaning, enough any more,
Our reasons are selfish, goodwill’s out the door.
We are strong enough to care, much more than we do,
To make that difference to me, them and you.
The world won’t stop turning; its purpose is to spin,
Time ticking by, we end then begin.
Hurt, pain and suffering we can no longer face,
Brutal beings us, are we proud of our race??
©.L.Kelly
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