Human Stain

what really is the nature of man.

Tender beguiled hearts

ponder through time for inspiration,

as an act reciprocated

of neither kindness nor persecution.

What has become of man?

A corpulent beast fed by his greed,

to imbibe on weak souls

rotting with deceit.

Where is happiness?

Blithe, impossible if true or pure,

a right once familiar both

unreachable, unsure.

No more a question of

lineage or race

but extinction of brotherhood

all fallen from grace.

What has become of you?

Nothing, no one, just human