Who is Human?

16 March 2016

I had to write a story for my creative writing class that was inspired by a photograph that was of these people at the bank, and I ended up writing this poem. It is about how we have become so obsessed with money and I just thought that I would share it. It is called “Who is Human?”

 

Are they even human?

We wouldn’t be ones to know.

Seen only for their eyes and hands

Loved only for the bills that they trade

With folk of different destinations

Climbing different mountains

Crossing different rivers

Only talked to on terms of payment and money

Are they even human?

We wouldn’t be ones to know

We don’t say hello

Or goodbye

Or smile

Or tell them to have a nice day

For all we care they could have a day of

Cockroaches and no toilet paper

All we care is the weight that those bills adds to the bulk of our pockets and purses

Are they even human?

We wouldn’t be ones to know.

We don’t comment on the black that envelopes their eyes

Because we don’t see it

Although it’s there staring at us

Telling us it wants

Life

Love

Sleep

Instead we switch our glance to the computer where the numbers add

Those numbers mean more to us

Than those eyes that ache

Are they even human?

We wouldn’t be ones to know

We wouldn’t be ones to care

Just the numbers

Just the money

Not the eyes

Or the hands

Magnified in front of us

Screaming at us through the foggy glass

Are we even human?

There wouldn’t be anyone to know.

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