How many years must I still spend
on this human earth?
How many years of rejection and loneliness?
Without great hope, without love.
I reach out my hand to another being —
hatred, mockery…
It all hurts so much.
There is nothing left.
Burnout, an empty vessel,
like empty churches.
We have become what was worst within us.
Casting out God, we kill ourselves.
Murdering children, we crucify Christ.
The whips tearing His body apart
are like pincers tearing the unborn.
How far have we come?
What have we become?
We are not human,
we are not animals —
we have become beasts.
Wolves are killers, but
wolves defend their young.
So what have humans become?
Mindless beings,
nameless,
without reason.
Murderous, bloodthirsty zombies —
instinct and desire,
that is all that remains of the soul.
I kneel in silence,
and the world
throws itself at me
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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