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A Pseudo-Human Race

An eerie numbness, an uncanny unhearing
That faceless gaze for lust, strength and money;
Heedless humans wandering and hunting
Souls suspended in the flowing water,
Smothering, like a fish coming up for air.
The heart beats wildly, sweat pours down the forehead,
What is wrong with the world? Are we humans anymore?
Plummeting down a deep slumber; Stooped to such an extent,
That hollow heart and empty mind
That caters to no one’s needs.
There are screams unheard, cries aloud
And they stand still and stare,
A slap on the face, may be?
They have given their hearts away; have wasted their powers
Hard-hearted, hard-boiled, cold-blooded,
Are we humans anymore?
Those callous comments torment the spirit
Iron-hearted psyche demands for more,
Their cupidity is fathomless, an endless pursuit-
A world where solutions mete out with barely a whisper
And emotional scars rake the heart.
The ruthless rummage needs to halt
Because at the trunk we are all Humans;
Life needs to be put back into perspective,
After all, we are Humans.
So let us relinquish this blame-game and self-betrayal,
Transform hatred into love;
Bow our heads down, with our hands on our heart
And shed a tear of repentance.
Initiate an unforgettable odyssey
Where Humans walk together, hand-in-hand
Turn events that howled us to events of exultation,
And avoid rubbing salt on wounds
Instead, exonerate their whimpers;
Yes, this undiluted savagery needs to end
Replaced with feelings of penchant for humankind,
Because in the end we are humans, springing intertwined. 

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