Many cried for humanity everywhere
Walking door to door
Calling meeting, seminar
Forming club, organization,
Then they were honored, awarded
Much money and certificate,
But, now humans are in worst miseries
Are being shot, burnt, cut into pieces;
The humanists are not seen anywhere
In the normal world,
They are relaxing in high palace
And roaming in century's oblivious wilderness.
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Humans Humanity is a great satire on so called humanists, thank you for the great poem