The Human Condition

Humans are unforgiving,
ungracious to the one who falls,
merciless even when he rises 
The same human will cast a casual glance at teacher's whose lives deny;
at Politicians who wave big dreams;
Preachers who preach lies and sport fraudulent hashtags, fake healings and scams.

The human indulges scandal that divides churches and corporations;
The Human advocates gossip that tears families apart;
persecutes the smoker, the cannabis grower but drinks till drunk;
raps nonsensicals in his stupor;
The same stones the adulterer but eats till stuffed and rotund
a Lady Chatterley's lover, or is it blubber - take your pick.

Deception jails the swindler 

but buys Mercs and Bentleys from the widows fund.
Pride refuses the street child 

but from the pulpit pleads for his ministries - like a cunning skunk.

Oh ye hypocrites
Brood of vipers
Soothsayers and cheaters
When will your ay and nay be as it should.
Pluck out your eye
Cutoff your limbs
Snip your tongues
Don sackcloth and ashes;

Mourn for yourselves
for your thievery -
rip at your hair for your oppressed state;
rent your garments and realise that you're wearing
the wealth of those you steal from,
the richness of their inheritance you hoard as your own.

The Human is unforgiving
Yet weeps for his sin,
Cries for grace,
forgiveness
for mercy,
yet does not return the gold to the betrayed he solicits from.

Weep in your treachery oh Human
Turn from your wicked ways
from your pulpit auctions
from your loathsome actions and right the wrong

or burn in a sea of lava'd gold
'Specially brewed for
your going home.
join the throng of other Human bones
where your lies will not be covered by the 'erb man's stones.

Weep oh HuMan,
Oh politician, preacher, teacher, leecher -
Return the wealth to the poor you stole it from
then turn from your seemingly winsome but wicked ways,
uproot the weed, the fake and fruitless

and be saved;

or die in your satin sleeved gown - laced in stolen gold.

(C) Jambiya Kai