To preserve

Equality and human rights

As humans we must insist

To continue our fights,

As for ourselves these at least

We should reserve,

Is there anything else as human beings

That we so naturally deserve?

 

Speaking freely and thinking with clarity

Opposing all oppressions

And promoting equality –

Allows us to defeat

All repressions and suppressions,

Ensuring that there won’t be any repeat

Of any aggressions and subjugations,

So that we can have the power

To cope with the reality

The way that only we see fit.

 

What gives

One human the right

To steal from another

This basic human need –

To be able to live and thrive

And a chance to succeed.

 

Torture and killings

Are the worst things

That we can do to each other

As human beings.

 

Torture and killing

Is the worst kind of stealing

Of their basic human rights

That anyone can face.

And it is a disgrace

To the humanity as a whole

As it brings us down,

While imparting its toll,

From the height

That we claim for ourselves

As a very unique and superior type.

 

And what is the gain

After all the sufferings and all the pains?

Perverse sense of accomplishments?

Sick sense of fulfillments?

Deranged mentality?

Taking pleasure in the cruelty?

 

Revenge?

Could not have been arranged

In any other way?

With their flesh and blood

Did they really have to pay?

 

Selfish motives?

Money power and greed?

Enjoying the flavors

From the egotistical feeds?

 

And the cause?

Failure to think or even to take a pause?

Unable to restrain

From dark desires and primal instincts?

Things that were supposed to make us distinct

From all other creations,

We give up so easily

And make such deviations?

 

While other animals may kill

But only for food

Why do we torture and kill

But only to satisfy our mood?

 

Examples all over

Always tend to hover

Of violations of many different kinds,

Sometimes visible

But many times behind our sight

Keeping us blind.

 

As we speak

Somebody somewhere

Are being victims of

Some kind of pain and some kind of torture.

Their cries they are the only ones

Who can hear

And the walls around them

Are the only ones who can watch their tears.

Enclosed by the darkness

Their spirits and their souls feel the sharpness

Of the stabs that are inflicted,

As the frailty of our human character

Through this kind of actions and behavior

Is so clearly reflected!

By,

Kris Mojag

Written somewhere in California in a morning after a sleepless night in September of 2021.