Humanity? Poem by Aziz Baako

The Dead were all over the place
The dread was all in our face.

But the dread in the fire fighters case
Looked intense than their base
Can handle.
The windy night couldn’t
Handle a candle.
And this made the night
More darker than usual.

It was so dark that
We needed a bright spark
To see that kind of images
That inspired Michealangelo
In the painting of
‘Head Of the Lost Soul’
This is clearly the wages of
Sin.

Do you call this Humanity?

The kids were in a blaze
And what amazed
Me was, it was all in the name
Of Religion.
The Leaders are claming
The region should be controlled
By one of the religions.

May be humanity.

Bewildered hearts were in search of
These victims of religion
Whiles the Churches and Mosques
Were hailing God with the blood
Of the weak and the innocent

Hu-ma-nity huh?

The Risk Taker was still wandering
the flames. It was a shame
That authorities watched the flame
Dissolved life of these pure souls.
The world is full of games.
Games that boosted the fame
Of the people that came
Before us.

This kids were
Paying for the decisions
Their Grand Parents
Took in their days.

HU-ma-ni-ty huh?

The fire fighters were still
Sprinting to and fro with
Or without the wailing kids,
Attempting to calm down the
Nerves of the millions of people
Watching this live on TV.

I was wiping tears and this
Fear I believe is still perching
In the mind of the Russian kids.
Who watched their colleagues
Burn to ashes.

And I know is the same fear
That intruded the spirit
Of Spain's Innards,

This same terror entered
Into the Americas,

The same kind of dread that mailed
“that letter” to Liverpool (Ken's Home)
Pleading to be saved from the
Dread of violence in Iraq.

What kind of humanity is this?
The Who! How? and What?
Have never been answered.

The goodness of religion is infesting
Lively hood of stainless souls,
What is happening to the world today?
Well, probably fulfilling the Prophesies.