We are of monsters and men.

Men of flesh and bones.

We know sticks and stones may break us,

yet from men we create monsters who hate us.

 

We dare not stare at our reflection in the mirror,

for fear of the realisation that our reflections have become the terror.

Do not be mistaken;

the sticks and stones are being flown and thrown by monsters of our own making.

 

You have become the doctor frankenstein and your reflection, frankenstein’s monster

You are not the shooting star.

No sir,

you are the apocalypse now...

you my friend,

you are Doctor Jekyll playing Hyde;

seeking and preying on the defenceless and weak;

asserting your dominance.

 

The stench in the air is so ominous.

This world we live in is no fantasy utopia.

The white men practice Xenophobia.

In their village,

the black men call it white privilege.

Like the jews in the synagogue fight against anti-semitism,

these black men fight against racism.

In nut-bush city,

the black and white women call it sexism,

and In the slums and hoods of Africa,

the poor call it oppression of the highest calibre.

For the muslims it is called islamophobia,

and for the gals and gays, their fight is against homophobia.

 

Tensions are heightened.

Everyone is fighting.

The monsters are howling;

the world war is starting.

Man versus monster.

Monster versus man.

who do we Stan;

knowing we are both of monster and man?

 

It is the chicken and the egg dichotomy.

which came first and is there such a thing as free will and true autonomy?

is it true that you either die man- the hero

or live long enough to see your self become monster-the villain ?

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