POETRY ON MEDIUM

A Tragedy

Humanity walked the path of evolution,

calling death a tragedy and birth, a pious gift.

But what is a bigger tragedy than

entering a world without consent,

being held by arms you don't recognize

and moulded into so many shapes

along the years that we see the mirror

and no longer recognize the eyes staring back.

Is it not a tragedy to grow in this deceitful world

and learn to be one as well?

Is it not a tragedy for one to grow in the castle

and other under the shade of a bridge?

If tragedy makes a human or

human make tragedies a mystery of ages

but what is a bigger tragedy

then watching a home turn monster

we yearn to escape.