How Can You Eat

How Can You Eat

A Poem by HB Rita

Anders Breivik, Stephen Paddock
Where aren't they?
This country, that country
Between you, between me
They have survived the delusional misery everywhere
There are more pigs
Swallowing humanity and judgement
You see people die
You see people are killed
The innocent child of a mother
Flow in the bloodstream valley
You see them dying turning the TV channel on
Or on a news page
You listen to the history of bisected bodies
You see how unknown people are laying dead
But you do not stop
Take a sip of a coffee without any hesitation,
You look for delicious dishes
You forget about the human flesh
You have just seen
You do not stop enjoying eating

I Say, hey!
How can you eat while people are killed?

© 2019 HB Rita


Author's Note

HB Rita
I found human nature is divergent. Human are only the species who get used to be seen blood and brain together on the street and still look for hunger prevention.

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The human suffering that goes on is stifling. I think it would drive a person mad. If they could feel each and every suffering. But if we never stand up for the weak then the plague doubles in size. You're poem dares us to see. If we could each start with our neighbor, town then region this world could be safe again.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HB Rita

5 Years Ago

Thanks for your great review Cherrie



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I find this poem to be startling and completely true. I personally don't watch the news cause it makes me upset. Just like Animal Planet. But I find that a lot of people I watch or listen to that do watch the news or even just today's media find death and suffering almost funny. It is scary, sad, and disgusting. WE NEED TO CHANGE and taking notice of this fact is the first step!

Great poem! A 100 in my book!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HB Rita

5 Years Ago

So sweet. Thanks for taking time and read it.
Ren Nightshade

5 Years Ago

No problem!
The human suffering that goes on is stifling. I think it would drive a person mad. If they could feel each and every suffering. But if we never stand up for the weak then the plague doubles in size. You're poem dares us to see. If we could each start with our neighbor, town then region this world could be safe again.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HB Rita

5 Years Ago

Thanks for your great review Cherrie

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HB Rita
HB Rita

Flushing , NY



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HB Rita, ancestors Bangladesh, live in NYC, achieved higher education at Touro College and University in New York. I am involved in New York City public school teaching for 14 years. I am also a well.. more..

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