InhumanitiesA Poem by Not here
The end is near; they told me so,
the trees that shrink and rocks that grow. I listened close because they know about humanity. They told me stories, terribly true, of inhumanities they knew. And as I watched, they showed me too about humanity. The trees, they said that we were doomed because the way that we are groomed. They told it all that they presumed about humanity. The rocks, they voiced that they were old, and watched as humans grew too bold. They explained horrors once untold about humanity. I sat there with the trees and rocks, as I was quiet and they had talks. They discussed all the worthy stocks about humanity. At last they told me one more chance would be given to our expanse. Yet still we tried to ever advance all of humanity. The thought was scary, honest so. The trees and rocks watch while I know how all of humanity shows their inhumanities. And now I wait for the last night, when there will be an extreme fight. Does anyone know all the spite against humanity?
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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