Human Stain

Tender beguiled hearts

ponder through time for inspiration,

as an act reciprocated

of neither kindness nor persecution.

What has become of man?

A corpulent beast fed by his greed,

to imbibe on weak souls

rotting with deceit.

Where is happiness?

Blithe, impossible if true or pure,

a right once familiar both

unreachable, unsure.

No more a question of

lineage or race

but extinction of brotherhood

all fallen from grace.

What has become of you?

Nothing, no one, just human