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I Hereby Resign the Human Race

Updated on August 21, 2015

I hereby resign from the human race
Forever more my own name shall be my mark
It is mere coincidence that this is my actual name
But happenstance is where I must start

It is enough that you would read
These are musings of confusion
I merely draw upon what I feel
As our quarrels fuel my isolation

I must begin and end with the question of souls
How can such a divine spirit reside within
With a promise of immortality for mere acceptance
When the vessel it inhabits worships nothing but sin?

We ponder evolution or a blinding light to make our laws
As there are no witnesses to the greatest moment of history
And yet even after such a miraculous beginning regardless of how
We can only walk erect and name stars that live in perpetuity

What a disappointment we must be to Providence
For how could the creation of the infinite souls fail
When the promise of ever-lasting life is so tempting
And still we drink the blood of man from an unholy grail?

We worship those too villainous to be revealed
We watch as our most beautiful women dance for gold
We believe any promise by any man who speaks eloquently
And we cheapen our freedoms far too much to be sold

No matter who engraved the stones broken by Moses
The legend of a burning bush has become a children’s story
Mankind no longer fears anything except loss of pride
As they sacrifice themselves upon the altar of empty glory

I see legends of the modern era and watch them as they fail
Solomon said nothing of this earth would refill once consumed
A man will shout instead of whisper and hurt instead of heal
Because desperation is what is in the hearts of the doomed

Where is an honest man who would turn his back on riches?
Is it possible to live off the land in a world enslaved by devices?
We accept the bounty seized from another man’s toils
While the King laughs as we are destroyed by our vices

Who could satisfy a beautiful women in a world such as this
Could we withstand the onslaught of awareness of green grass?
I do not wish to disappoint another being knowing I am so weak
It is not my destiny to pretend insanity is sanity so I must say alas

Who named the stars also built weapons of mass destruction
Does two thousand years of silence prove who was betrayed?
In the most civilized time of human history hate is as never before
For man has been remade shedding image that God once made

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      The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank you both! You know it's probably true that a lit candle is better than resigning but I wanted a piece representing a forceful view of cycnicism and disillusionment. I might write about that candle another day....

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      Angela Joseph 4 years ago from Florida

      Very insightful poem, but we shouldn't resign from the human race. Remember, it's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.

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      K.A.E Grove 4 years ago from Australia

      So very profound !

      This was a true as write as we can get today, so very well done!