Human, Human, on the Brink of a Cliff


Human, Human on the Brink of a Cliff

Humans are beautiful creatures they say,
Is it then that they can act as they may?
Restore humanity they say.
Now why is it that they don't act and they play?
They dull out their ethics, and they rip out their hearts,
They tie knots around who we are.
Knowledge is powerful, but it may kill,
Long grey locks are against those with strong will,
Hush little baby, don't you speak out,
Can't you see that they're against all our shouts?
Oh wait,
Will you look at what they are scheming,
Another innocent man, is not breathing.
So now I must say to us all.
Open your eyes,
We are about to fall.
We are all humans, and we are not humane.
Gaze into the pitch black souls, we are in excruciating pain.

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