A poem to the plane in the sky or a metaphor for what’s left of our humanity

The duality.

that these skies
ain’t friendly
no more.

The ground either.
As it
quakes
with concussive force
of the insanity
born of our
own
inhumanity.

As if, it –
our humanity…
was absolved
from the rules
of gravity.

Because it don’t
appear to be
here my dear,
I fear.

Dare I shed
a tear?

As I rationalize
the sombering
reality
that we bear
witness to…
more of
our humanity
flying away
everyday.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes