Writing/Are humans still humane

<poem> I lay lifeless on the road Or so it seemed. People passed by, laughing, cheering, Their joy unshaken by death's shadow. For the first time, I saw laughter mock mortality.

Life, a treasure for some, But a trifle for others. The soul, priceless in essence, Yet sold for pennies. Even 'zrael couldn’t fathom This jest in the face of demise.

To trample the weak and the poor An art of modern times. The rich bask in their abundance, While the poor quietly fade away.

We feast on the ruins of others, A banquet built on bones and broken dreams. The rich wear their indifference like gold, The poor, with empty hands, beg for scraps In the shadow of towering glass.

A crimson river flows, For some, a lifeline; For others, mere waste. Rape, murder, genocide For some, tragedy; for others, amusement.

A stranger’s pain is nothing but background noise, As we scroll, entertained by another’s fall. Rape becomes a whisper in the dark, A brutal thing forgotten in a headline. Murder is no longer tragedy Just another headline to ignore.

Humanity has lost its name, Lost it to greed and apathy. Some lose their lives, Others, their loved ones. No one can price a life, Yet it’s treated as worthless.

We speak of justice, but the scales are broken, Balance lost to greed and hollow promises. The victims, nameless and faceless, Their cries fade in the chaos of apathy. And those who turn away, Smile, believing it’s someone else’s problem.

Death—a sport for some, Life—a treasure for others. The victims weep; The perpetrators revel. Is life so cheap? Is death so trivial? </poem>