“Mankind, a Serpent in its Skin” is a poem that vividly portrays humanity’s flaws, depicting a species driven by greed and apathy. The serpent serves as a chilling symbol of our nature, as each verse constructs a negative image of society, showcasing cities that hide a lack of empathy and a worsening human connection due to digital distractions. This results in isolation and mistrust, ultimately leading to a bleak acknowledgment that we’ve sown the seeds of our own destruction, facing the consequences of our actions.

A crown of thorns upon their brow,
Yet thorns they plant for others now.
They sing of peace with forked tongue’s art,
A serpent’s smile, a poisoned heart.

Their cities rise, monuments to greed,
Where empathy forgets to bleed.
For kindness shown, a scoffing laugh,
The helping hand dismissed as chaff.

They plunder Earth, a callous feast,
Leaving a barren world, at least
Their pockets lined, their bellies full,
Blind to the cracks, the growing cull.

Love’s embers cold, compassion wanes,
Replaced by screens and digital strains.
They build their walls, mistrust their guide,
In fractured tribes, they choose to hide.

So let them reap the seeds they sow,
A bitter harvest, watch it grow.
No pity here, for they’ve denied
The light of hope, where kindness died.



And I, with them, shall turn away,
No more the fool who paves their way.
This world’s a stage, a selfish game,
My own success, the only aim.






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