WHEN HUMANITY LIVES NO MORE By Olatunde Azeezah
Darkness still lingers in the sky
Not giving up its evil soul to death.
It spreads torches of vilification
The dagger of inhumanity
Plunges the heart of the sky.
When humanity becomes trivial,
The deaf turns he who forsook
The tears of the toddler that echo for help
In his unlettered voices and then stamp his throat
To be in a peaceful misery.
When humanity becomes trifle,
The blind turns he who saw a man in
The puddle of blood scouring for breath
As pain tears him apart and then spits on him
With no twinge of sadness.
When humanity lives no more,
The dumb becomes he who spits not the truth
His salivas are hues of lies butchering justice
Slaying the growing tree of the masses
Whose fruit has promised them fairness.
Truly the handicap is not he
With one sleeve of dress nor he with one footprint
But he who never races to the wails of the needy
And he whose heart is a narrow part to groups of misanthropy.
© Olatunde Azeezah (PenTalks)
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