To: Humanity

Dear Human,

I’ve started to notice the way that your

smile slithers across your cheeks

as you humble brag about your virtues.

The way your mind whirs and revs

marinating ideas and manifesting them

into reality.

The way you wear your heart so bravely

As it delicately hangs by a tattered

thread on the hem of your sleeve.

You are so vulnerable- it’s endearing.

Charming really. So cute.

These traits supposedly

mark the separation,

where the line is drawn in the sand,

where the barricades are erected,

where the earth erupts and splits.

The distinguishing factor between lives

and souls.

This is Humanity defined.

You do not bare your teeth,

shred flesh from bone with your

knife-like talons.

You do not brutalize and mutilate and

take from others what is not your own.

No!

You are a civilized creature of course,

you would never deign to give in to

your baser instincts.

You are human after all.

You exist outside of all that is natural.

Your smile is starting to recoil

presently.

Why?

Your facial orifices are barely slits now.

How do you breathe?

How do you listen?

How do you see what is right in front of

you?

Do you recognize your vices in the

shadow of Humanity’s

definition?

Can you see your truth wriggling and

oozing out of it’s suffocating Jail?

Crawling back into the dank, cool

darkness of the Earth?

The horror show that you have created

here while pompously puffed up with

your “Humanity” has left the rest of us

in Hell.

“Our Humanity makes us different” you

moan whilst our waters become tinged

crimson, whilst our sky is smeared

charcoal, whilst our planet is

terrorized.

“Our Humanity makes us different” you

cry as innocents are murdered or their

innocence is violated in terrifying ways

and numbers every day, hour, minute.

“Our Humanity makes us different” you

scream as this world burns.

Decimated,desiccated, desecrated

under your unseeing, uncaring watch.

At your destructive hand.

Where is that mechanical, magic mind

and that ever-tender heart precariously

swaying on your sleeve?

As you bear witness to the keening of

our suffering children

What is your solution?

Do you even see us?

Hear us?

FEEL us

and our pain?

Where is your so-called Humanity

now??

We would like to know.

And we would like you to recognize

our minds and our hearts,

Because we possess those too.

We THINK you are full of yourself

And we FEEL the aftermath of your ego

every moment of our lives.

BE BETTER. Because you have never

been the saviours, the righteous gods

that you think...that you feel you are.

With rage and sorrow,

Sincerely,

Your Fellow Wretched Beasts