The Faulty Human Thought

K Kenneth Maswabi Kenneth Maswabi
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Poetry has given me the platform To enter the intricate house of humanity And explore the deplorable state of being It is not the lack of ornaments or state of the art technology That makes this house shabby It is the absence of a coherent spirit The ancient spirit of unconditional Love has long been rejected A spirit of togetherness is in shambles A spirit of individualism is running amok Even on the world stage, humanity has no face of Love Just a bunch of bloated egos on one side And a stack of poverty-ridden nations on the other side All sitting at the long cold table of humanity Trying to find the equation to happiness, peace and prosperity It is not my position to bring judgement to this house I am only in pursuit of the truth It is the faulty human thought that has injected this poison Into the house of humanity The tendency to compete and outpace each other Has rendered the ability to address each other with dignity and love nonsensical The human instinct of Love has been demolished And a wall of ideologies has been erected The house of humanity has been remodelled And a lot of bright colours and ideas introduced But this innovation has not helped the situation It has only magnified the fault lines inside our minds We are a people obsessed with selfishness, wickedness and fear We have even injected these attributes into our mathematical and economic equations We even embraced the world of capitalism and politics as a tool to refurbish our house We adopted the fragile manuscript of democracy to bandage our inner deficiencies We came close to curing the debilitating state of racism, religious fundamentalism and nationalism But we were found wanting in our ability to embrace change We paddled back to our old habits Even when Covid-19 disease hit our shores We consulted our old weaknesses (faulty human thought) And dispensed vaccines following the principles of inequality We did not consult the heart of Love We renegaded against the Spirit of unconditional Love Now, we must pay the price And bear the costs for a long and debilitating pandemic ©

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