struck down by willingness,
he seeks repugnance of character, a butchering
to purge passions, a dream
to negate perception,
living behind/beyond the secure abode of knowledge,
inside the pool of not thoughtless but less thought of
notions.
invalid – but to be sure of submission –
the world takes a deep sigh
with every second bellied
by the man,
hanged.
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9/11- I can’t remember that horrifying day- I was just 6 then and I can’t seem to remember anything for more than a year. Yes, that is true. All my love to the families and friends of those who died- who were rather killed because of the inhumane things a human can do.
The human, I call myself
To show that I have a heart
I can feel
I have those tears to shed when I’m hurt
I call myself human.
But when it happens that human
Becomes a beast
Ending the peace
Taking the precious lives
Should I call myself human?
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