The Tragedy of Being Human
I'm human,
I cry a lot,
I think a lot,
Because the answers,
Come in spurts, if ever,
Or Never.
I'm human,
And I want to know why,
People have to die,
Or be killed?
No crime committed,
As if they were a helpless Fly,
I cry.
I'm human,
And I wonder why
We Love?
And look towards the sky,
Trying to understand,
Passion, commitment and pain,
The loved and the unloved,
The sane and the insane,
Explain?
I'm human,
But what hurts the most,
Is to hear men boast,
Of their dictatorial powers,
Built on despicable,
Babel Towers,
A real catastrophe,
Not for me.
And finally,
I'm tired of being Human,
And seeing how Inhuman,
Man towards Man can be,
I quit being human,
I'm free....
poem by Sandra Feldman
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