Misanthropy

I am a lover of this world, yet a hater of mankind. It seperates us from what we will always be apart of. The undeniable degradation of something once so pure, Like the creatures which roam these devastated plains. Forests we plunder and wild kingdoms we rape, Then hunt the man-eaters for eating what they do not hate. In our minds we are forever the victims of God's devious plan, Yet, how do you define the predator or prey in a natural circle? All part of nature, none the victim and none the villain, But not to the brilliant mind, of this terrific mankind. We are users of the weak with only our intellect that protects, When faced with the razor-sharp claws of instinct, we cry; "Murder!" The murder of our illusions of grandeur, that a beast dare inflict. We all die and feed this beautifully-disgusting Earth! Taking more than we ever give back to Mother Nature, From the time I call Death, and mankind calls Birth. Nothing can stop us, is what we all think, That is why our seperatism will end us in one sour blink. A victim and a villain, both I have been, But I too am a man, and so I also must hate me. 11 March 2003 (RSA)