The Lost Humanity

A bud crushed
So cruely, under the feet
Destroyed irrevocably
By the heinous humanity

The dreams, the hopes
The life, the laughter
Obliterated viciously
By the atrocious humanity

Pleads from the grave
Not to punish
Not for revenge
Neither for justice
From the oblivious humanity

But for protection
Of the buds yet to be born
Of the blooms yet to open
Of the dreams yet to flower
Amid this barbarous humanity

It calls, to restore,
The lost humanity.