C’est quoi ?

 L’humanité ?

What is being human ?

Seeping blood onto stabbed backs,

Weeping false tears of joy. 
Indexing pain and history,

 Alas, let the monarchs be. 

Blithering complains and skinning alive,

Look a witch, set them aflame. 

Truth comes out,they say,

Does it lie in eyes of beholder,

Or does it splatter the pages of one side,Of a crimson coin?

Revenge, vengeance, tranquility and breath,

Is there an end to what we seek to end ?

Or has the apocalypse just begun ?

Eerie silences in a bombed city,

Death astoundingly appalled,

Let them come, we say,Stop, he says. 

Metal clangs,gun shots and screeches,Fringing onto epidermal leeches. 

Plunging into The darkest crevices,Far away lands, oceans and brooks,

Leave them marooned.
For this is humanity. For this is being human. Let there be blood. Wine is for wimps.