Where is the human?
Laying dead in his mother's lap
Where is the human?
Yelling at her daughter's still body
Where is the human?
Hanging at the window of his 8th floor; mirroring death when he looks down
Where is the human?
Terrified by raining bodies around his hideout
Where is the human?
Playing firecrackers with grenade
Where is the human?
Demanding death for the fellow beings
Where is the human?
Celebrating genocide
Where is humanity?
It lies in the tear of the little kid
Hiding behind his mother,
Refusing to witness the site of bloodshed
Brought about on this world by the others... Here is the end of this wonderful work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being human in the positive way you don't see much anymore.. but looking too myself and how I am, I can't stop believing that there are more people that just want to be good and help.. Good write!