Savages

We have all become savages; we just don't eat each other

Ask mr to explain that, Yes I will

Two young men robbing and elderly lady across the street,

Leaving her laying here like a corpse

as the ran off to feast on what's not theirs.

Did thepedestrians see it and keep walking? yes they did.

The trauma that killed her could have been unlikely

if there was respect.

 

We have all become savages; we just don't eat each other

Ask me to explain that, yes i will

She is darkskin, they are a little lighter skinned

She is short, they are a little taller

She is large, the are a little slim

and just for that,

they wil not sit at the same table at lunch

and neither will they talk to her.

The depression that killed her could have been prevented

by unity.

 

We have all become savages; we just don't eat each other.

Ask me to explain that, yes I will.

He was there at the crime scene

he knows the criminal, he knows the victim

but just for a few bucks, he testifies against the victim.

The death sentence he was given could have been averted

bye truth.

 

We have all become savages; we just don't eat each other.

Ask me to explain that, yes i will.

You heard me screaming for help the other day,

did you come to my rescue? No you didn't.

You heard it all

as they ripped me off of my dignity

and you managed to come to my face and say

"I'm sorry to hear what happened"

You heard it alright.

My joy that died could have still been there

If you had compassion.

 

We hava all become savages; we just don't eat each other.

Ask me to explain that, yes i will.

I see all this and all I do is just watch and write.

There must be something else i can do but i don't.

More people die and i still watch and write.

This doesn't make me any different

from the young men, the lightskin girls, 

and the other man.

 

What happened to love?

What happened to humanity?

What happened to unity?

What happened to appreciarion of ifference?

Ita all gone.

We've all become savages; we just don't eat each other.

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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