We are hopeless, helpless and worthless creatures,
Designed to err…
We cut the throat of our own brother,
And drink his blood;
Because we are thirsty by nature…
Sadness is a gift for us,
Because as humans;
We are predisposed to melancholy…
We love pain and misery,
And we spread pain and misery;
Like an infection…
We can never be happy;
When we make one of our own soul cry….
We hear voices from outside,
But are deaf to our inner noise…
We speak irrelevantly,
Whenever questioned by our hidden soul…
We are morally dead,
Though intoxicated by man-made religion…
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homo-sapiens-5/
