The Diagnosis is Fatal: You're Human
Location
We wonder why there is so much cruelty in the world
Why we allow gluttons to live and children to starve
The rich to thrive and the poor to die
The heart to ache and the mind to break….
It is because we suffer so prettily...
Porcelain, Tan, Nut Brown
Dark Skinned, Light Skinned
A frown knows no race
Tears know no skin color
And fear knows no bounds
We all suffer in silence
Only some suffer out loud
Afraid of the bravery that they’re showing to the crowd
But unable to stop it all the same.
We suffer to the amusement of the higher beings
Our beloved Gods above
We suffer to amuse
To be filled with so much and allowed to feel so little
And still be overwhelmed
We are engulfed always-
Petty arguments, small bits of unfairness on one end, and then
Death and agony and torture on the other
Who could cope in such extremes?
Then there are the milder ways we suffer
The constant sea of grey we wade through
Pains here, aches there, hopes dashed and dreams quashed…
Where murders go unnoted and violence is the norm
We all suffer so prettily
So prettily.
Yet it is never enough
The masses we belong to
All ache in silence
All scream in silence
Weep in private
Out of fear
Of being Heard