THE HUMAN DEBT
The human debt is incomprehensible.It's been following me,
all day.
This morning I found a young boy at my breakfast table.
He told me about the camp, the chimneys
and the smell, the horrible.
His eyes refused to meet mine, another human beings.
He said they shot his sister in the head,
before they shot him.
At noon the world was shaking.
Atomic Bombs exploded in miserable landscapes.
The napalm injured girl is running for her life.
Her body's on fire, her eyes are filled with fear.
She's pleading with us, you and I,
to love before it is too late.
At dinnertime I received guests.
The starving children with the swollen bodies
watched as I ate my meal.
I wanted to give them some, but when I tried,
they vanished without a trace, like irritating flies.
Afterwards their urgent gazes returned,
staring at my gluttony.
At nighttime bodies fell through the air.
Men and women threw themselves out of skyscrapers,
and fell, slowly but with a tremendous force.
When their bodies reached me they vanished,
leaving me with only the memory, this memory.
I see the falling bodies, and the fire.
The burning planes that ruin our human hope.
Exhausted I lay down,
crawl into myself
and turn mute.
The silence brings the truth to light.
The human debt can never be repaid.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-12-11 at 01:28
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