The Human condition ( Original Poem )
In a human condition so dire, we dare to revolt
against the scars of division, curved in wounds so deep.
Colour to divide the margins of choice,
forgetting of course, that souls know no colour.
Turning the other cheek, as children hunger,
in blood stained clothes, gunned to profit
for a corporate machine that lives with indifference
in exploiting the poor to gain the ruling class.
A mass asleep as chaos ensures;
As we fuel our cars with blood water
Watered down with money for a trade
We eat from hands of desperate children
In fair trade we hide our woes
We heat our houses, raping the earth
Turning away from nature's despair
Oh!! The Human condition!
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Yes the human condition, rather diseased. You might enjoy my poem today dealing with poverty. Best to you.
I really enjoyed your poem today; I hope we find a cure one day of all that ails the human condition.
Poignant poem, very good as always dear friend @linzo thank you very much for another beautiful poem
Grateful you always make time to drop by.