The Irony of Humanity
In the heart of savage lands where blood does flow,
Where humanity’s darker shades truly show,
Thirsting for power and a ceaseless game,
We dance with shadows yet find little shame.
In the echoes of war, in cries of pain,
The thirst for control leaves a lasting stain,
Yet, amid the chaos, some voices rise,
Offering sanctuary beneath distant skies.
Italy’s shores, Japan’s serene land,
Open their arms with a helping hand,
Welcoming souls from a world in strife,
Offering refuge, a chance for new life.
The irony deep, like a cruel jest,
In lands that once waged wars, now offer rest,
Where blood was once shed, now hope is sown,
In the heart of despair, new seeds are grown.
For while we are savage, and our thirst runs deep,
There are those who find peace in promises they keep,
Amidst the carnage and the cries for control,
Some hearts reach out to heal the soul.
A new home, a new chance, a new place to reside,
In the midst of the turmoil, where old wounds bide,
The irony sings a bittersweet tune,
Of humanity’s cruelty and its hope for a boon.
In the savage dance of power and fear,
A paradox blooms, so vividly clear,
For even in darkness, where blood has been spilled,
The light of compassion can still be fulfilled. RC