Where is the human?
Haven’t seen one in the horizon.
Maybe it’s lost to the left and the right,
or perhaps slayed in the holy fight.
The lines it seems have extend,
the human absence from the sand.
Abandoned by the riches, lost to the broke.
There’s hardly a soul, barely any hope.
While the circle engages in its policy,
making a golem or defying the verity,
I go on seeking the human legacy.