The Human Stain

The Human Stain

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

two decades have paased,
but have things truly changed?

not at all, this is human
nature we are talking about

evil, sick as f**k human nature

no matter the geographic location,
the human stain always remains,
from Shanghai to Bouvet,
Bismarck to Brisbane,
the stain is there, everywhere
and every place between

they are still corrupt
they are still racist
they are still marking their
territory in the foulest ways

cleaning out a police department
will not a change a single thing

maybe mass extinction will

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


Author's Note

Kenneth The Poet
April 26, 1992...there were riots on the street...tell me, where were you?

Title lifted from a novel by Philip Roth.

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EMF
Where was I? Watching my office burn to the ground and dragging injured rioters to safety. Just the way it was. But your point is both valid and really well presented. Cracking write my friend. And sparking off a memory or two.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..