Humanity Is Often A Place Of Forgetfulness Poem by Mark Heathcote

Humanity is often a place of forgetfulness
it's often a place of solitude
a place of dreadfulness, fretfulness
it's often-a-dwelling place a mirror eschewed
a place without benevolence
a place, the neediest feel subdued
a place people wander around, incredulous
humanity is a place you find the destitute
the place-you-come-across negligence
the place-you-come-across the most-ineptitude
the place-you-come-across the most-resentfulness
the place-you-find the most crewed
the place where cruelty finds its prevalence
the place charity can lead to decrepitude
humanity is a place of opposites of redolence
it's-sadly a place of corruption as a way not to preclude
it's-sadly a place of hucksters directionless
often-it's the place of a cold absolute
take my hand, and I'll promise all you Denizens
a better life, I'll promise not to pillage or loot
I'll promise you, humanity, forget all other parables.