If monsters had their say, what would they?
The Inhumanity of It All by Michael Romani If monsters had their say, what would they? What are they but creatures of habit that obey The call of their natures feeding their own needs And when you cut them sharp, do they not also bleed? Filled with the strong desire to mostly be left alone Fleeing light of day they have chosen night as their own Observing all the happenings that happen in the day When it came to that vote, they truly saw no other way Whisper has it that at the turn of this new century The League of Monsters met to review mankind's history It was there on that Halloween's night that they talked Choosing to map out survival instead of choosing to stalk II Dracula spoke first out of memory of being knee deep in mud Before he realized the gore he stood in consisted of human blood Marveling at how despite all of blood he shed in all his history None was close to two world wars and more during the last century Hundreds of millions dead for the sake of glory and vanity Even Dracula found this so inane it must be true insanity For the things to fight for that matter are to survive And man's killing of man had little to do with staying alive The Wolfman stood up and took his turn in his hope to learn What might tame this savage beast and allow them to discern The curse of the full moon made his something he was not But when he returned to being a man he had never forgot That what makes a man is the belief in love and kindness Wanton murder for political ends was sheer moon blindness If only he could bear the mark of Cain as only his affliction But, mankind seems to have a bloodlust as its addiction III Nessie and her kindred quietly spoke up in turn and next About all the dots on maps for peaceful monsters that connect A world filled with hunters who would not give them peace And wondering what it might take to gain hers and their release No, this was simple enough and plain enough to see so clearly It had been this way since the earliest days of mankind's history Mixed in our rubble was the vast and deep inhumanity of it all It has always been that way since the moment of Eden's fall If she had one wish beyond days of fish and kelp it was for peace And that despite the despair she wished for mankind's release From the horrors too often self afflicted tragic as they are Humanity did not do well untethered absent focus on its North Star She raised her voice in a final baleful moan meaning to mourn Quite certain there are better things for which man was born If only these dreadful creatures might see beyond primal urge We might all sing songs of joy rather than be caught in a dirge (c) October 6, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 