The Myth of Humanity

Life is beautiful,
But the beauty went unseen
The civilization denied:
How civil it could’ve been..!
Diabolic desire defeated human pride,
Like a bright, empty mansion
Decorated on a wedding night,
Waiting in vain for a runaway bride.
All that is induced by ‘society’
Into fragile, haunted minds,
Ignites as fuel, a spreading fire,
Blazing on its way, things of kinds.
Like a coffin to a newborn,
Living is to life;
When no humans are left
in the myth of humanity:
So this is called ‘freedom’
by your questionable sanity…
The tears that you cry:
wasted salt in the end;
You forget who your enemy is,
the other forgets a friend!
Yet, what attempts to define your creation,
Makes a child, maybe, be a child
Is the seasoning of a sage, in deep meditation,
Or an artist, child-like in pure imagination.
While watching and listening to yet another wise clip from my all-time favorite stand-up guy, (Sir) George Carlin, I got reminded of this poem I had written some time in Feb 2011. I pulled it out of my earlier writings, from a blog I’d titled ‘De-Humanization’, and viola! Here it is, mixed and matched with his performance and also with some still images whose words so strongly relate to this lame joke of a concept of (deluded) ‘humanity’, getting more inhuman by the day.

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