Human- poem

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Humans,

Complex, selfish machines,

Self-loving and self-hating.

Believers of...invisible friends

Contaminated and destroying,

Killer of many young uns'.

Well, you know what,

Oh,my dear, fellow humans,

I am sick of the moaning,

You have caused this chaos,

I will not be blamed for your doings.

I declare myself, inhuman.

Rather be a fish, me,

gaping on dry land for air.

Rather be winged-

and fall down, deep down,

"Emotional, intelligent humans", Hey,

A curse or a gift?

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 11, 2011 ⏰

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