Humanity Poem by Adrian Shorey

In the beginning things are so black and white,
With reckless abandon we dodge and ignore the spite;
It's simple enough to just label 'wrong' and 'right',
Blinded by our own creations - the very sources of our plight.

We do not have the will,
We do not need the knowledge,
We do not eat our fill,
And yet we still remain.
We pillage, rape and kill,
We sully our own cottage,
We fight amongst our ilk,
And insist we are 'humane'.

Another virtue battered down,
Isn't it a shame?
After sin we stand our ground,
Serrate.
Along this road where passions drowned,
We trample our own flames.
It is the paradise that's been found,
We hate.

If we're on our own there's no way to survive,
When we band together, that's when we can thrive;
Thrive on abhorrence of our friends and neighbors,
Good gifts from bad deeds are what make us feel alive.
Every man is seeking a pleasure that's gone as it arrives,
With rebuke to all from which a consistency derives;
Deriving from a passion that is shed just as its pavers,
As we grow we are the only that our strength deprives.

Humankind is a fragile thing and no matter how much light shines through,
The only purpose that we bring is a dark and ironic point-of-view.