The Human in InHUMANity

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as the needle stuck
the song became torture

is this when we became like savages?
Did we disappear
like the last of the ice age’s
ancient,
purest snow?

We became dried, wilted
potential overtaken by diseases
like consumerism
carried by emerging globalisation
way before when
we were still ankle high to
virtue
grace, kindness,
compassion
love, tolerance,
humanity

now we wade knee deep
in blood.
deceit, treachery,
cruelty,
anger and poverty,
war –
inhumanity’s bones
and severed ego’s
fill graveyards
while we
create
seed beds of
derision

we strip away the promises
we make; some still hang like
rancid fruit,
none for our labours,
none for the babies without mothers
whose cries echo
in chambers;
rubble is not marketable,
but concrete
crumbs are the new harvest

we sell licenses
that fund wars
and injustices –
terrorism
basks where tourism
would like to be
and we franchise
greed and ambivalence;
bloodied artefacts
sells on stalls
in high end cultures,
whose bulging eyes can’t see
the horror
for $£€¥
signs.

We drill subversion
and oppression into our earth’s
sobbing, sodden grief –
butchering it
with heavy machinery

we strip it bare
yanking its hair from roots
until bloody scalps
weep and all our selfish actions,
and double standards,
fume from chimneys
and the smokers lung of
industry –

vapid excuses rise
to prick holes
in the very fabric
of humanity –
trying to clothe our existence,
up there out of sight
out of mind
just another layer,
flimsy,
diaphanous

we slash and razor burn
and exfoliate
till the planet lies naked
without succour
or so much as a smell
of cold money laying
on the dresser
after
we take
and take
and take
and take
and take.
and kill
and kill
and kill
and kill
and kill.
and watch
and watch
and watch
and watch
and watch.

 

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

18 thoughts on “The Human in InHUMANity”

  1. Holy shit. One of the best things I have read on WordPress.
    So damn incisive and unrelenting on the topic, with a laser like focus on what makes humans the collectively grotesque species that we are.
    So cleverly worded, so well laid out, from ice age beginnings to now, this is the equivalent of a pre-post mortem on the ravaged dying corpse of homo sapiens. And tragically realistic.

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    1. I will take the Holy shit, ty very much. But yeah, it gets annoying depressing the state of things today, and it is getting worse. We are a reasonably tragic/grotesque (you’re kinder than me) species. Thanks for those words though.

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  2. Such a blatant truth to and for all of Humanity. It is so sad to think that many will read and still care do nothing. Think nothing of these powerful words, truths. Such so-called human things will shove our heads back into the ground as ostriches do. Or my ever favourite, hid in the corners and turn their heads hoping if not seeing the problems, or hearing the serious issues, talking about the damning truths…everything will be alright. Or it’s someone else who will take care of the matter. Or it’s not my problem, I didn’t do but what everyone else is doing.

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    1. That is the billion dollar one. and impossible task, I don’t think there are that many people orientated that way any more…but then I am the biggest cynic. A lot of solutions to hand are within reach, we just don’t want to embrace any of them or most. Thank you, for your thoughts and the read, Chris.

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