I Know, Do You Too? Poem by Leylek D. Sovura

With nothing i understand,
that humanity is long dead,
I cry for a million souls,
and ask myself, what are our roles?

Humans make me vomit,
beeing one of them, is not an easy task,
i feel like riding on a comet,
while beeing burned down, i need to ask:

Do we have the right to breathe,
to grieve, to kill, to hunt,
to live, to shoot, to even punt?
Time has shown, we should better leave.

The game we call life,
is killing us from inside,
bringing only strife,
many good men have died.

Open your eyes, focus your senses,
explore your feelings, look over the fences,
and ask yourself without your defenses,
didn't you only put up pretenses?

Be honest, close your eyes,
how many have you deceived?
What have you achieved,
that could help a million lifes?

Nowadays beeing wise is a bother,
it's the ability to make one understand
the truth, one way or the other.
Just give them helpless minions a hand.
Be the one in command!
Withstand and expand.

Don't you worry they WILL understand.
Maybe not now,
maybe not tomorrow,
but someday, they will understand,
even in their little holy land.

What you and me knew for so long:

Humanity is dead, we need a helping hand? !