NAKED HUMANNESS
2 min readBy Wenne Madyt Dengs
We’re born in a graveyard
where we feed on the dead
our skin as pale as a death
we’re breed as ghosts
We celebrate the death of our fellows
it’s where we get innate free lunch
Hunger has depleted our ethics
our egotism propels our hearts
We’re humans without customs
we dance on the graves
to shed our glee
as we flee to hell
When we’re starving
to acquire curse
by stirring the blood
we carry the ghostly cross
in our hands to our hearts
When a child dies
We vow and form a dyke
When a man dies
We converge and fill our bellies;
with wrathful manna
To undo our hearts away
Since his death is a function of our sin
Which niche are we inheriting?
In the days of revelation
Human eats human
a real sign of a devil victory
is here!
©Wenne Madyt Dengs
Writer can be reached via: wennemadyt63@gmail.com
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