Mankind Poem by H E Alexander

Abandon hope all ye who enter my head,
my faith is buried deep beneath layers of grief.
Abandon love all you who enter my bed,
my lust has not yet dried like a late autumn leaf.

My own heart is heavy, weighed down by mistrust,
my will has been blunted like a well worn harpoon.
Though able to move freely, I cannot adjust;
the anguish of this life cannot make me immune.

My charity has all but succumbed to greed;
empathy has become just a spent, dormant state.
My generosity suppressed by wanton need,
while the violence in me is being fanned by hate.

So, don't hold me close expecting to be warmed,
my blood has turned cold and my vision half blind.
Search ye not within my soul when uninformed,
for I am now what has become of mankind.