A race of weak people,
With a tendency to be possessed,
By demons as little as stupidity,
With a tendency to be controlled
By spirits of thievery.
Theft masters of the peace.
Humans!
Are animals now more noble?
They fight fairly for what they want.
They do not tiptoe like shadows
In search of the unknown
With the thickest blanket of carefulness.
How can a person be careful about doing wrong,
But be careless about the smallest things
Like listening to reason.
Are there variants of what is right and what is not?
Humans!
How can we kneel and bow to gods of oppression?
How can we wield weapons like rape, thievery, murder and slavery?
Have we no shame?
I thought we were gods?
Apparently, gods of foolishness,
the ones who wield the mighty weapon of madness.
Different types of madness.
Humans!
Listen to my song of pity,
Come attend the pity-party I'm throwing.
Let's see if the booze of depression will make you drunk, knackered
So much that a steaming cup of sensible reason will sober you up.
Maybe you can be saved.
Maybe.
Only Hope knows.
Let's feed Hope.
The same one,
the fugitive that lives with you,
The same that keeps us standing agains
gravity's disapproval.
Let's feed her.
Humans!
Live, love, give, love, move.
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