Wail of Humanity

Wail of Humanity short poem

Life was never so full
Full of enthusiasm
And sadness at the same time
Enthusiasm for what is un-conquered
The virgin territory waiting for me
All the heights I have to rise to
And saddened I am
When I see
All the blunders committed by me
All the bloodshed, all the tears
All the hypocrisy
To name some few
And I feel no right to call
Myself Humanity
’cause my past has been
anything but humane
and standing where I am today
I strongly feel and urge to end it all
But my impulses betray me
And urge me to carry on
’cause I am supposed to be optimist
’cause tomorrow might be the day
I have been looking for
For thousands of battered years.

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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Oh yes I hope so too, that tomorrow although I may not be here, the tide
turns on earth.
I enjoyed this reading this poem very much.


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