A poetic reflection on human nature—meant for thought, not despair

The Curse We Bear

We walk the earth with hands unclean,
Hearts like stone and tongues unseen.
We shout, we swear, we fight, we lie,
Yet never learn, yet never try.

Brother to brother, blade to chest,
We curse, we burn, we call it best.
A thousand wars, a million cries,
And still, we feast while others die.

We carve out names, we build up thrones,
Then tear them down with sticks and stones.
What love we speak is laced with doubt,
What peace we build, we cast it out.

For envy gnaws, and greed consumes,
And kindness wilts in bitter tombs.
A glance, a slight, a word too bold—
Enough to let the hatred mold.

Yet worse than war, than blood, than lies,
Is when at last the veil unties.
To see mankind in naked form,
Not lost, not blind—just cruel, just worn.

No grand design, no noble aim,
Just selfish hands that shift the blame.
A world that wounds, then calls it fate,
That builds on love, then learns to hate.

And so we march, through blood and dust,
Through shattered hope, through broken trust.
No lesson learned, no wisdom stays,
We hate, we hurt—such is our way.

This is the curse we cannot break,
To love, then scorn, to give, then take.
For those who see, for those who know,
The greatest grief is truth alone.