Loathsome Creatures

Human. What an awful thing to be. Here come
The mobs again, and, in their wake, the queers
Are crucified. The women all are raped, and anyone
Who's shades too brown is murdered on the spot
By cops, and villages are turned to ash. The hopping,
Screaming primates wave their cudgels as they
Move across the landscape, bent on cleansing
Their societies of infidels, and, in the end,
The race is pure. It's human, meaning everyone
Who's lived is racist, stupid, foul. Nobody
But the flies and vultures profit from the slaughter
That we humans so excel at, such disgusting
Things are we.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-26 at 00:21

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