there is nothing of value on the other side of humanity…
a poem

not the one who screams for kindness
is the one who shows it
because it takes a lot more to demonstrate it
without raising your voice, with telling the truth
understood
not called rude;
what’s rude about displaying the obvious
whilst you strip people of it?
pointing, with the politest voice
that you’re not enunciating the right words
for the syllables that come out of your mouth
they’re more insulting than mine
and you push it to the limit
all the concerns I had to make
working according to the rules
so, I don’t quite fathom
what are your actions for?
to deprecate, to diminish, to deride
get hollow splinters
from broken communication?
this is not even worth happening
causing pain in my chest
unendurable
filling it like lead
to start fighting this
heavyweight
of all humankind
who should shut its mouth forever
if it doesn't know what its rights are
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originally published at https://medium.com
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where wild roses grow full of words...

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