The Spirit Of Humanity - Poem by Harshvardhan Ramachandran
The Spirit of Humanity lives in the souls of all mankind
Isn't it but in our nature to be the KIND?
I look around at my surroundings and this world
When did we all become so cold?
When did our lives become so full of hate?
To have the heads of others on our plates?
Sure Life is not all fun and joyful
It has various ups and downs
We can rape and murder
Death and plunder asunder
But that is not all we are
We live on the notion on care
Life was not as it was before
Forget Idealism, we live in an age of competition
Not when one man can help another
To reach to the heavens in accomplishments
Where did we all go wrong?
Was it the countless wars or the xenophobia?
Or was it just class warfare that plagues us?
Or was it those men preaching that
Those from the heavens needed you
To pray to the SUPERGODS
Who would save us one day
Don't you know that we must save ourselves?
What good is this religion
If all it does is to keep you in line
Take a look at your promised land
And look at the Guns in their hands
Is your heaven The GAZA STRIP?
By war and hate it is ripped
Or is it the beauty of KASHMIR
Where MILITARISM destroyed all there was to be
Blood drenched and demolished was this
Places which can only now be known to be our PARADISE LOST
If God even existed
His stories would not be in the books we read
The Books propagating sexism, child abuse and racism
Slavery, hate and death to the NON-BELIEVERS
If God existed
He would ask us all at this point in time
To look within ourselves and ask if this life we lead
Is worth even living for?
It is time to end hatred for our brothers and sisters
And to embrace them as one
Irrespective if they are White, Black
Indian, Chinese or African
Gay, Straight or Handicapped
THE SPIRIT OF HUMANITY LIVES AMONG US ALL
AND NOW IN OUR HISTORY OF MAN
WE NEED IT MORE THAN EVER
HELP LIFE AND HELP YOURSELVES
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