Humanity.. Poem by Uwakwe Uchechkwu

Missiles for breakfast,
Gun roars for lunch
Shells for supper
Grenades for bath
Is this what the human race is turning into?

Streets turning to graveyards
Graveyards turning to streets
Terrorism becoming the human culture
Oppression becoming the human festival
The common becoming the victims
And oppression turning into the human festival.
Is this the meaning of life?

The human path is flooding
From the bloods of victims
And the human river is overflowing its banks
From the tears of the weak
Tell me is this the human fate?
Are we doomed to dine from the tables of hate, war, racism, dictatorship and discrimination?