Poems ✍️

Setting the traps to kill men,
The only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!

The stain of blood is on their hands
And burning fire into their eyes;
The drink for their thirst is human blood;
Their hearts are harder than stones;
Still the only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!

Like asses, men listen to them
And weave in their dreams
The baya weavers' nests of peace and equality;
They can't foresee the angel of death
And the slaughter-house in front of them.
When they come to know, they can't escape
And become the dumb corpses;
Surrounding them, there is heard the long sighs
Of civilization.

The humanists have set traps
In every sphere of life.
Always they get crazy for murder;
But they call men with a tone
Sweeter than sweetmeat
And the only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!