The idea of being humane
is but a horse that
chains our wrists and
drags us behind it
as it runs with unending energy.
Sometimes we can stay on our feet,
stay running franticly behind it.
But most of the time we are left
to be reduced to a bloodied mess.
All the while humanity will contiue to
tug us ruthlessly behind its sleek beauty,
as its coat of justice gleams magnificently
from the meticulous care of humanities
circumstantial ideals.
