Filth
upon the sole of the shoe
that is this universe;
Proud and arrogant,
rejoicing in pain and suffering -
no not all.
Not even most.
But that is what some do.
And the vanity,
oh the prejudice.
For nothing,
all for nothing.
Seeping to pores of life
and stirring pots of hatred;
feeling lies and growing fat
upon the filth they spew.
Watching as the helpless cry
and helping only to save the self
what is this place
what is this hate
that circles day by day with grace --
Do they not understand
what beauty, utmost and undeniable
they have?
Why do they disgrace it so,
putrid vile scum
rubbing the surface raw
draining her blood
so they may use it
for their fickle needs
all while she bleeds
it makes me sick
because its sick -
FILTH
nothing more
but maybe less
they watch and laugh
as they make mess
irreversable distress
upon the sweetest lady's dress.
Who cares?
Not they,
who laugh and play
in vile filth
they do decay
it sickens me
because its sick
because
its
sick.
Explosions
Hatred
Prejudice
Filth...
Fear
Segregation
Money
Filth...
Government
(all for one and all for nothing)
Greed
(all for nothing, one for all)
Indulgence.
Idiocy.
Filth
decrepid
decay...
Yes filth.
Putrid Filth are they.
Author notes
Dedicated to the human species as a whole.
Allow me to make something clear.
We were given a planet.
By who or what no one will ever know.
But it's here.
It's beautiful.
With it we could sustain ourself
AND IT
without problem.
But this is not enough.
No.
Instead, we must defy the laws of nature:
look what we've become?!
What is this technology?
This computer, our cars, these things...
we evolved into/were always creatures capable of choice.
We have deeper emotions and conscious thought than any other being
on this planet.
And how do we use this amazing power?
We are children at a candy store, when the gates are locked and the sweets unguarded.
We are not responsible with our immense power
and this makes me sad.
Decades of prejudice and greed have transformed what could have been the most beautiful, cooperative species into putrid stinking filth.
People tried to organise religion, instead of accepting that something beautiful and amazing, beyond our grasp, left us here to be. People thoughtlessly dug into the earth and scraped the insides out to use for fuel - there are so many other sources.
GREED
the blood of filth itself.
Why is there a government?
To keep order in the world; keep us from being primal?
Why is there money?
To keep us safe and -- ugh
The bartering system worked.
Now money is the lifeblood of - life.
Its insane!!
At some point, someone decided we needed a standard currency; an all round bartering thing. ... I just.. I cant even explain my hatred, because it is as unjust as humanity itself.
We make me sick.
A contest entry
- Ashamed to be Human by Death of the Author.
450 points, ended August 31, 2008, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Ashamed to be Human - Collection Point II by Death of the Author.
450 points, ended September 15, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How Do You Like My Soul?
Comments
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For once a poem where the repetition actually works. And for that alone you must be congratulated. I really quite liked it, thank you for your entry and sorry it has taken me so long to comment. Good job.
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