Long Inhumanity Poems
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Christmas once brought all the people joy
Santa bringing presents for the girls and boys
Shrieks of delight could be heard on Christmas Day
As the children unravelled all their toys to play
And the parents as well spreading good cheer
Be it strangers or friends all the same that time of year
Remembering long ago the birth of our Lord
That beautiful child who Mary adored
Even man to man in the trenches they ceased
Fighting the war on that day of peace
Crossing the lines where their dead friends had lain
Remembering our Lord as brothers again
All that is gone now the streets filled with blood
The inhumanity of man only seen wearing hoods
It's the innocent who suffer the one's who don't know
Why they lost their limbs well maybe God knows
For the lepers of society who fight in his name
They're making more bombs ready to maim
And now all the people in this country will dread
The coming of December now Christmas is dead.
I have seen a lot in this life,
The only thing I haven't seen is that which doesn't exist,
I have seen a lot in this life,
That which my mouth cannot explain.
Tell us what you saw Mr. Stephen,
What is it you saw that Troubles you,
Did you see the rainbow or seven colours of madness,
Tell us Mr. Ekemezie what exactly you saw?
I saw people I saw inhumanity,
I saw heartlessness in-love with wickedness,
I saw bitterness wedding greediness,
Callousness came to the wedding wearing injustice.
I saw evil ruling the universe,
Anger, dishonesty and falsehood are there with her,
I saw a sick earth where everything goes,
A world full of oppression and strife,
No humanity at all which keeps me speechlessly mouthless.
Of all those enemies out to do you in.
Their hearts made of prideful rotting tin.
Evil souls will with pride, grandly triumph
Cry as you will, or in madness, harumph.
False gods on planet earth are nothing new.
Resentment, above all, you must eschew.
People, by insanity are so sucked in.
By inhumanity and its “popularity” din.
Honoring the devious, in shadows dishonorable.
Till one day, the charlatans will be no more!
At no human’s feet, fall prey to insane adoration.
Destructive souls living for their own glorification.
Be grateful to God, glorify not one human.
Be kind, but no person has God’s acumen!
1/8/2023
Have we embarked a Ship of Fools
By forsaking the Golden Rule?
And, have we formed a neutral state
Sitting astride the Fence of Fate?
Our devalued civility,
Desensitized humanity,
Deprecated charity,
By deranged personalities.
Appeasing now a mindless guise -
Alternative truth's specious lies.
Extensive harms so plain to see -
Is our will blind to what should be?
Then, lists of things we should not read,
For thought control this is the seed.
For education "they'll" discern
Selected verses we should learn.
We could look back one day to see
Freedoms we've held implicitly
Have been erased from history
As if they never came to be.
Have we forsaken courage too
By things we say but will not do?
Turning to look the other way,
Failing to leap into the fray.
Are we then reeds blown by the gale,
Drowned in what life's demands entail?
Or, are we oaks that tout our might
But break in storms demanding blight?
Prevaricate, capitulate,
Tossed by the seas that seal our fate?
Then, we are fools and cowards too
Who cling to life in vain - Mon Dieu.
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Shackles of the body without cause - barbarity;
Shackles of the mind without concern - hypocrisy;
Shackles of the spirit without chastisement - blasphemy:
Such shackles thus unrestrained - inveterate inhumanity
You are a human being they told me, something you should treasure
But isn't a human being the only animal who kills for pleasure?
Man's inhumanity to man, a crime like no other
The first family on earth had brother killing brother
We are power hungry bastards from the cradle to the grave
We pillage other countries and the survivors we enslave
Politicians lie to their people saying only what they want to hear
Stripping their own of a sense of pride and instilling a state of fear
They speak of human rights and how our country has been torn
Then turn around and murder a child before he's even born
For killers and rapists and dealers the ACLU has led many fights
Then tell a six year old rape victim that she really has no civil rights
We can't teach about Jesus, our school teachers must be mum
We can teach about Hitler, Stalin and other human scum
People kill each other for no reason every day
Then a lower form of life, a lawyer saves his day
Where is justice? Nowhere in sight.
Anything is legal if the price is right
You are a human being. This is what they proudly proclaim
If I am a human being, then I should hang my head in shame.
They move in secret, cautiously,
these people of only one way.
Trusting in the blinding dark suspiciously
defiling the hopes and dreams of yesterday.
Detours they avoid abruptly
retracing every step, too fearful of today.
People of darkness live secret and alone,
what are they afraid of?
Trembling at discovery and being found and known
they chose a path different than our own.
Whispering from displaced forgotten ghettos
hiding truth in an unrecognized libretto.
Their fears are all they have.
They breathe quietly, as lost and angry old and young,
devourers of life while on the run.
Speaking cryptic radical determined thoughts
as in their minds, the world's battles are fought.
Agony,distorted faith, they claimed they’ve turned it on
and when least expected, they are in hiding ,gone.
They are the lost and found in every town.
They plan and scheme in their restrictive silence
not saying aloud but veil what they really mean
Resting only of necessity to remain alone and hidden
as they cry and shout hypocrisy but spread inhumanity,
A condemnation for all eternity
drifting on the seas of ideological emptiness and deeper lies.
’Twas about eight o’clock,
And I dreaded the knock,
The Carollers of pure light,
With such Christian might.
They were to be an example,
To my atheistically driven amble,
To encourage me to sing along,
In next years Christmas song.
My age and so my friends,
My calibre was not my ends,
So I didn’t come out my room,
Until nine o’clock did loom.
They grinned and laughed,
Evangelically so dashed,
But I kept my self dignity,
For no more ambiguity.
I never sang the next year,
With them, crooked in fear,
Awkwardly standing open,
Maybe to fall over stricken.
There was a disabled person,
At church, same condition,
But he was never normal,
As I was when informal.
Hymns never relaxed me,
Just petrified a lover to be,
So to demand on me disability,
Would’ve been inhumanity.
They talked to me at church,
About why I’d left in the lurch,
Families who wished a song,
Would in spirit come along.
So I just got over them,
Allegations and their stem,
Which set them up above,
The things that I do so love.
Eyes beyond mortal scale,
Armoured ships upon the ocean sail;
Voices charging the air's bluff
As souls rises and fall to the rifle's cough
So still was the air waves
Survival was it the soul craves
Blends of atrocities and human foolery,
Calls out to thousand graves.
Man scavenging
Like vultures upon its prey
The zeal to kill
Makes his stomache fill.
Heaven's call; the helpless heard
Ruthless murder the soul do fear.
The sounds of war in the air
Soldiers trampling and unleashing fear.
Nuclear weapons no one dare
Virus unleashed;we pretend to care.
The war brings famine
And hopes unseen.
Death like bird spreads its wing
And to the divine the soul do cling.
Man's inhumanity to man,
A curse or the will to act?
Was it not he who sends mushroom of clouds on Hiroshima?
The epidemics that swallowed all or parts of our lives;
Diseases and starvation are not far from his knowing.
The injustice that ravaged the land
Like a sea flood upon the sand
Washing-off all footprints
That we left in the hands of time.
Good is bad;immorality have became moral.
We feed upon oats of lie
And watch silently as people die,
Casting our destiny into the ocean called strife.
Deep down the trench of good and bad-
The scale of evil outweighs
Then I come to term-
That the devil is man.
Kindred (II)
by Michael R. Burch
Rise, pale disastrous moon!
What is love, but a heightened effect
of time, light and distance?
Did you burn once,
before you became
so remote, so detached,
so coldly, inhumanly lustrous,
before you were able to assume
the very pallor of love itself?
What is the dawn now, to you or to me?
We are as one,
out of favor with the sun.
We would exhume
the white corpse of love
for a last dance,
and yet we will not.
We will let her be,
let her abide,
for she is nothing now,
to you
or to me.
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Eighty years ago, the horrors
Mesmerized the world
As Nazi flags came down
To never after be unfurled.
The captives held at Auschwitz,
Walking skeletons, at best,
Didn’t have to speak; their bodies
To their torture did attest.
It seemed incomprehensible,
But through the years I’ve learned
That people’s inhumanity
Has somehow since returned.
Or, being more realistic,
It has never gone away
Nor ever will, until the planet’s
Final dying day.
Today, though, let us recognize
And honor those who lost
Either families or lives
At much too monstrous a cost.
*Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day