Humans, but No Humanity

Wall street looms above you as you take

your walk across the graduation stage
your walk down the aisle
your walk around the neighborhood,

draining you with the fangs that they call debt.

There are an estimated 3.5 million homeless people in the United States, but 18.5 million empty homes.

What are you without

your favorite shirt
your twitter ratio
your soft sheets

that comfort you to sleep every night?

Businesses have started putting raised spikes outside to deter the homeless, as if they weren't a metaphor for the spikes protecting their self-righteousness.



Dehumanization



There has been a war on Palestine for approximately 60 years, and now, and only now, has the world begun to notice.

You think you have it bad until you think about how your night could have went:

your entire family, trembling and huddled
your house rumbling, the earth shaking
your heart pounding as loud as the explosions,

the Gaza Strip in disarray.

We all live in some form of apartheid

economic
racial
religious,

always categorized and seperated into "our kind,"

With no recognition of the humanity that binds us.

 

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