[ poem  ]

those, who sneak life
out of their most humane cloak,
grow inhuman, impatient,
and in no time.

such is the plight.

as if it is not “us”
but one of us,
who lived in the scorching sun,
and flared subtle emotions to graze
over their colder thoughts.

such is the plight,
“what have you done”,
to all of us.