Aada Sokolnicki
Watching the news on the screen of my phone
Seeing division, exploitation, and destruction
What should I do, what could I do
While they are dying of hunger
And I wander in the endless aisles of wealth
Feeling hopeless, feeling useless
Knowing that a humankind
Can be so cruel,
even though were meant to be so kind
Because what is that of a human
To applaud for mass destruction
while preaching for peace
Seeing cities vanish,
hold peoples homes under a siege
Draw lines in a ground
that was created as common
Just to divide and separate
one from another
What is that of humanity
To dress up like kings and queens
while the clothes are maid of tears
To pretend we do not know
So we do not have to care
To enslave surrounding forests and seas
to own endlessly more
While actually losing everything
that was in life’s core
I do not want to recognize this greedy being,
playing an almighty in a world,
which was meant to be so beautiful, so free
If that is to be a human, I am endlessly ashamed
Wishing us too see
It is ourselves that should be blamed