You think we are all dumb animals
That could not be less true
We know what is going on with you
We watch what you do to each other
We listen to what you say
You all hate each other
Working out new ways to kill
Yes, we may fight but we rarely kill
Someone always runs away
You are supposed to be the alpha species
But you are really just an embarrassment
No longer human
No longer humane
So please grow up and behave yourself
Before the future decides for you
© Poem – XXVII/VI/MMXXIV
LRET
I know that you think I’m inhuman,
And, in a way I am.
I can take so so much
Until it all becomes too much
Then I am drowning.
My heart is too heavy with feeling
I wish I couldn’t feel.
If I didn’t, surely I’d be alright
For real.
Rope circling mouth and neck
Many sitting on the back
Owner beating with stick
This happens in horse and camel ride
In case of bullock cart it is worse,
Rope goes within one nose,
comes out of another
Owners do it for money
Riders sit and enjoy
All are inhuman,selfish, heartless
If a stronger creature ties a rope
to our nose, neck and body,
sits on us and beats us when we don't move
How will we feel?
Note: A small glimpse of human atrocities committed against animals. List is endless.
20.05.2021
Still a novice,
pushed into world of avarice.
Hearts gilded with greed,
beautifully masked faces, so sweet indeed!
Faces elated under twinkling night,
welcoming your journey,
in the corner, plotting,
cruel indeed!
Smiling lips, Scintillating eyes,
feeding on your sorrows to survive.
Still a tyro,
struggling to thrive.
Anima ingrained with misdeed,
charmingly masked malice, sugary indeed!
Faces basking under scorching sun,
congratulating on your success,
in the neck of the woods, conspiring,
callous indeed!
Dancing body, singing voice,
waiting for your sorrow to arrive!
sristi
a vagabond
A
Year set stained by grief from invisible foe,
Enraged in anxiety’s malicious chains.
Accosting not only a nation but world,
Reaching the farthest, secluded parts,
Devilishly leaving no stone unturned.
Withholding grandpa from grandson,
Idly stripping people’s livelihoods,
Needlessly voiding human liberties,
Disabling dictators from their seats.
Looking now,
I see chains now fastened to skin,
New normals of ill compensation.
Grief that forms the setting of each day,
Daily death tolls alike to weather.
Only when
We are free of this eerie foe, shall
Normal be fit again to reside.
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Date: 10/07/2020
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Police don't react
As I lay on the ground
With your knee on my neck
Handcuffed and detained
No threats remain
I beg for my life
Pleading
Please please Please
I can't breathe
Blank look across your face
Showing you care less about my race
Let him up!, His nose is bleeding!!
Please please please
I can't breathe
You killed me
Because I'm black
Lives mean nothing
When police attack
Careless motives please retract
Keep your knees off our necks
Please please let's believe Black Lives Need To Breathe!
May 28, 2020
(C) ShErEe
Trump Is Totally Inhumane
Has become very hard to bare the strain;
Trump does seem to be totally inhumane;
Will wander,
And squander;
From everyone does receive much disdain.
Jim Horn
terrorist sandwich
elevator smash
silent stranger talk
no eye contact
no touching
elevator stops with a jerk,
we are all stuck
I-phones do not get signals.
efforts to be human kick in
after the initial shock
silence resumed
humanity strained
elevator etiquette
promotes apathy and ignoring
each other
pretending we are un-humans
terrorist sandwich
When war is all there is,
peace doesn't have a chance.
When soldiers are just pawns,
in his diabolical plan.
Who laughs at their suffering,
rejoicing in the game?
He's the tycoon of torment,
the king of pain.
When humans are inhumane,
inflicting torture and shame,
being pleasured by the insane.
Who is happy wounding souls,
who feels their loss is his gain?
He's the magnate of misery,
the king of pain.
When disaster strikes the innocent,
lives go down in flames.
Who hides behind God throwing stones,
slandering his holy Name?
Revelling in the game.
He's the baron of broken hearts,
the king of pain.
Know his name?
S ultan of suffering
A ffliction Emperor
T ycoon of Torment
A che King
N oxious substance
Now you know who is behind all the suffering in the world, the King of Pain!
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
No One Dares
No One Thinks
.
.
Hardly Ever Can Anyone
Criticise My Doings
.
.
Else Make Himself Crunch Down Beneath
My Paws, Underneath My Jaws
.
.
The Superior
The Dominant
.
The King
The Prominent
.
.
Most Highly
Classified
.
.
Most Highly
Respected
.
.
I'm One Of The
Gods
.
.
Who
.
.
Controls Over Lords
Handles Puppet Chords
.
.
Who
.
.
Defeats Fragiles
Strengthens Turmoils
.
.
Who
.
.
Works For Vice
Estates
Basis Of Certain
Misfortunates
.
.
Who
.
.
Cracks Down Ethics
Raises hands To Capitalistics
.
.
Who
.
.
Will remain wealthy
& Stay Richly Living
.
.
Putting On Defence
Stopping Violence
.
All Against Myself
.
.
.
& Nobody
One or the Other
Can Get Good Enough
to defeat ME
My Devilish Acts
My Violences
.
No One Can Get On
Stopping ME
.
.
.
Because
I Am
.
.
.
THE INHUMANE HUMAN
(Jamshaid Ghani)
If all bad poetry springs from genuine feeling
then I must have none
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