Rain was like lances

And hearts were of stone.

Wind was assistant

And eyes searched for refuge.

Orchestra hummed,

But air was a sheet,


Just like me.

I stood there, observing

The usual trampled scene,

The partings and the yells,

The bombs and the bones.

But the air was stiff.


Just like me.

My soul did not flinch

At the sight,

The terrible grotesque sight.

For this is humanity.

I am the observer.

I see but do not help.

I am another hard humanity.

I watch the people suffer,

And then turn away.

I belong to the humanity of riches.

I am the Other humanity.

The other creed, the other kind.

The same specie.

But i know I am humanity.


That is me.