A Humming Bird Poem by Driss Ezzireg

A humming bird stood close to me
I thought I heard him softly say
That men and their whereabouts lay
As close as be to real catastrophe.

His language was so clear
I had no doubt he was sincere.
But I wanted to be quite sure
He meant us; we mean creatures.

I asked a question so silly,
His reaction came so swiftly.
'Is it of population density? '
'Who cares about human dignity? '

'The truth is much more sickening
From wise men it needs reckoning.
Life's getting forcibly inhumane
And man's the source to all his pain.

His unstoppable lust for power
Has pushed him lower and lower.
His raison d'être in this world he forgot
He himself killing himself is his sport.'

This truth being constantly verified
Anywhere in this damned cruel world.
The real question yet to be answered:
Could this killing one day be ended?