I often think that the only redeemable quality about human beings
Is that you may love one.
All the greed and cruelty and abuse,
All the mindless, pointless politics,
All the power mongering antics of the higher-ups
And the pervasive ignorance of the masses-
Sometimes it makes me wonder
What we are even for
If we are on this earth and choose to pollute it
And refuse to learn from our mistakes,
And avoid responsibility instead of helping those who suffer,
And cut corners so that some may be rich today
While the rest pay the price tenfold in fifty years.
We are a people of billboard ads
Our greed 300 feet tall
On the side of every highway promising
**** girls
And new cars.
From far off we are millions of empty business suits
Headless and heartless,
Puppeting through streets and behind desks.
I have never taken full ownership
Of my humanness.
Humanity- that is another story-
We have come, in our vanity, to associate that word with
Kindness, empathy, and emotion,
But from a big picture point of view,
Those concepts have no place in the description of humans.
I have always rejected, to some extent,
My fellowship with these people
That I spend my life near.
There is something other about me to them,
There is something other about them to me.
But, like many toxic things,
Humans
Are addictive.
Humans are a drug I can't quit.
And I look at all the destruction we cause,
And the horrors we invent and implement,
And the injustice we ignore,
And I wonder why I have such faith in me
For my foolish race.
And all I can think of is that
There is only one reason that we are allowed to exist,
That we are at all redeemed for our crimes,
But that that one reason
Is immense enough to hold:
When I wonder how anyone could justify us as a whole
All I can think of
Is that the only truly wonderful thing about human beings
Is that you may love one.