Humanity’s Blight

I am the shackles

on the legs of history,

the whip on the skin

the smallpox on the blanket

I am original sin.

 

I am the bullet

that pierces the quiet night

ignorant, I fly

without rhyme or reason or

sight. I’m humanity’s blight.

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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