Misery Sells

Are we

Turning sadist?

Or we were sadist

Since the beginning?

The question is

How long can you suffer?

How happy people

can be, seeing you suffer?

Your pain is saleable.

Why do you think

Children are raped and

murdered?

Helpless women

Are gang raped?

Farmers are

Killing themselves?

Blood is spattered

Everywhere?

Dead bodies lie unattended,

Floating on the face of

mother earth.

Because we satisfy

Our inner demon

By seeing

Someone's suffering.

Because we want to

Be seen as the

Only perfection,

Nature has ever produced.

We are so sadist

That we no longer

See good in anything.

We seek approval,

Which is why

We form groups

And suppress

The victim.

We milk from other's grief

We take pleasure

In other's loss.

But have we realized that

Tables will turn one day

And we shall be on the

Grieving side,

Someone will milk

from our grief as well.

We are cowards.

We give power to

Evils and demons

To rule over us,

Yet join hands and

Kneel down before

Angels to give us

Strength and patience

To endure injustice,

When it fell on us.

When our time will come,

Who will answer for us,

How will we face the

Questions of coming generations?

Why did we turn inhuman

After years of gaining civilization

And then giving up all.