hamartia

Our world is perpetual

We are a species dysfunctional

Of selfish innovation

Advancing only pollution

Seemingly alleviating

The very pain that was

Born from us existing

On one hand we lend a hand

Then push iron rods down throats

Submerge the unusual ones

And ‘flex’ spending

Selfishly, mindlessly

Ignorantly.

While bowing utterly

To stupid senseless

flawless ideals

Ironic that billions submit

All their time in the world

To a case of a blue moon

Accepting all the insults hurled

Numbing the questioning

Of the birth and origin

Of the unfair prejudice

We speak of being unique

Yet bury our heads in the sand

As soon as people demand.

It is the big, blue eyes,

Six packs and biceps

Curvaceous hips,

Chiselled jawlines

Plush lips and fine noses

That have ripped

The hearts out of

Every soul and lit fire to

The emotions of demise.