Day 15 - Endangered

 Here, here, humans are getting endangered, 

Screams the nomad, clutching his head. 

Looks of confusion and dread 

Can be seen among the people. 

Here, here, I don't see any humans anymore, 

Cries the nomad, rubbing his eyes. 

They tie him up and curse him

And don't wonder why he cries for them. 

Here, here, these evil thoughts make my ears bleed

Struggles the nomad, trying to free himself. 

They laugh at him and his misery, 

For their art of understanding has diminished. 

Here, here, kill me now and spare me the torture

Of having to live among you all, 

Where kindness and humanity are scarce, 

Where bloodied headlines damage our hearts

Into fearing another fellow being that comes by, 

But are they wrong? Don't we have to? 

Where dying children don't make you flinch

But losing money makes you go mad, 

Doesn't that make you sick? 

Where selflessness is often doubted, 

And your neighbour's miseries are celebrated,

When you don't realize the person standing 

Next to you is just like you,

You will understand our souls are 

no longer human. 

They laugh at the nomad once again, 

Who might have been the

last one who mourned for us.