We are the leftovers of Humanity

by Rania Moallem   Jun 5, 2013


Perhaps we haven't reached the end of the world, but we have definitely reached the unwanted, and the undesired as our eyes got used to see bare feet kids taking diplomas as they get taught how to be future beggars, got used to see filthy women down midnight streets, got used to the idea of watching people being slaughtered, murdered, bombed, ha...nged, or even shot in the head, in the eye, in the consciousness...

We are no longer sensitive toward blood, we infact are thirsty for it.

Look at our funerals, on how they have lost their impact, lost their principle; people gather around sipping dark coffee, burning cigarettes, murmuring and talking about everything ridiculous in this world, and in their life, forgetting to say a word in the memory of the missed person, not even dedicating one silent minute of respect of their no longer valuable time for him. We are no longer grieving, no longer mourning on the dead unless he is our own child, this is not wisdom, not maturity; this is purely the loss of our inner empathy and consideration.

Dreams, hopes, motivations, love, friendship and families became nothing more than inspiring quotes searched online to be posted on facebook or shared between friends through morning messages and goodnight fake wishes. Nothing is good, how would anything be good after we became fake, and shallow.

Our nations, our societies, our homes, our neighbors, our people, our bonds, it's all losing its significance we are watching it all collapse and doing nothing about it, because we are unaware of the danger behind the crisis we are watching on TV, because we are unaware of the danger behind the news we are reading, the actual ones and the fabricated ones. We have lost our common sense, we have lost our selflessness, and we became purely self-centered, prejudiced, influenced, and biased.

Each one of us, my family, you and me, as bad as the enemy.

We are manipulated, we are being played around by extravagance and luxury, we are blinded by gold that shine, not knowing that it's made up of glitter coated chocolate.

I feel sorry for us, but sorrier for our children, they will inevitably learn how to be lost in slumber, they will barely learn how to wake up when the whole universe is snoring. It will be a great accomplishment, actually a great challenge for the new generation not to be snatched by the power of hunger and greed that's munching the whole humankind.

We are the leftovers of humans, we are creatures barely distinguished from further living things.

Perhaps not the end of the world just yet, but we have definitely reached the unwanted, the undesired, the end of compassion, the end of sympathy, the end of civilization; utterly, the end of humanity.

by: Rania Moallem

(not a poem)

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  • 3 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Ran..with each poem and with each thought of yours that I get to know...i seriously start feeling that we are somehow somewhere..we must have a connection... If there is something like a past life...we must have been best of friends I feel... :)

    Ran...i love this poem so much and I just wrote all this right now so that once my exams are done, I'll read it then and comment :) properly...so that I do not forget about this poem :p

  • 4 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Very powerful

  • 5 years ago

    by Natalie

    Talk about food for thought! This is extremely powerful Nana (wouldn't expect any less from you) and it makes the reader question a lot of things. I absolutely loved it!
    Hope you are well :)

  • 5 years ago

    by nourayasmine

    I wish I had seen this earlier. I would've nominated it for the weekly. Gosh, Nana. Terrifying, sad. This piece of prose is more elegant than any poetry I've read in a while, it gave me goosebumps and I just loved it.

  • 5 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Perhaps it is not a poem, but it holds great impact, vivid images and much more heart than a 'blog'.

    I have been in this place you write from, often and never willingly. May you find a way out.

    • 5 years ago

      by Rania Moallem

      Well..im just talking about the whole humanity in general, and thanks a lot

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