I hesitantly watch through my grimy window,
I spectate the mad streets below,
They are bloodcurdling places,
There be monsters,
There be humans,

I was once full of naive optimism,
I have the claw marks to show it,
Scars that were once sweet nothings,
Let down far too many times,
Now I find myself disliking you all,

I don’t like your looks,
Grey and black conformity,
Societal cannibalism,
Anthills of suits,
Fake eyelashes and manbuns,

I don’t like your sounds,
Hollering and ranting at one another,
Rudeness grates on my brain,
The diamonds among you,
Do not improve the haul of coal,

I may be repulsive,
Built on contempt,
But you are you,
Human unkind,
Human lose the race,

Why are you like this?
Why does your kind only destroy?
Are you truly mere monsters?
Manticores and medusae,
Or are my eyes blinded by isolation?

Comments
  1. abykittiwakewrites says:

    There’s still goodness, and I love this poem.

  2. KENDI KARIMI says:

    Just discovered your blog. Loving the poems so far. Great work. 👌💯

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