Human race

It is a human race
carrying out an animal pattern
scorching semantic lines
to fulfill this purpose
trial and error

with entropy in the end
clearly without heart and logic

we define what's human;
friends in need

facing the absurd
the last words spoken
at the disclosure
of the attempt
on becoming human:

thank you for all the money

Doubt

The constant rain pouring

doubt like acid

Like a spear

(for the misfits and the core nucleus alike)

to topple any tyrant with

to dream a way through

and eat the concrete

of the throne of streets

and hide on the outside

where there still are

untrodden fields

and the trees grow

there, under the pouring doubt

concrete

Then and again

shrouded in static grey

cocooned and contorting

in petrified skin

that cannot but crack

and torrents of blood flow

in those ravines

that tear the land

a new face

every day.