We have seen the human race
capture all its dreams,
all except peace.
We have seen humans rape this planet,
and sex-starved evil devils
scrape all that remains.
The earth has dreamed of less
than human happiness
and mere survival.
I’ve misplaced happiness
in the idea that peace
is realistic.
I have learned the reverse,
peace is the vacant idea
that humans care.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 577
The Human Race is Lost
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