Humanities Unkind

Humanities Unkind    

  By  Paul McCann

The wind roars like a mighty lion around the Southbank side.

It cuts like steel the scars won’t heal deep on the inside.

Humanities unkind that’s what I find .

Humanities unkind roars like a mighty lion .

Those unkind words that have been said,

keep running through my head  night and day,

wish they would go away.

Humanities unkind .

The cold wind blows on the morning tide.

Deep down in my heart I hide away .

Humanities unkind .

Isn’t it a shame no one wants to take the blame .

Its the same, its always the same .

Humanities unkind . Humanities unkind .

Cut these mortal strands from me ,

Humanity I can no longer be .

Humanities unkind .

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