The Last Human


Everyday she awoke to yet another selfish, needless act of human hatred.

Sometimes she did not even wake – she was still up from the chaos of the day before.

It tired her and all the others.

‘Why can’t the world just get along?’


All asking the same questions, but still no answer seemed to come.


‘When on earth did people decide not to be human, but inhumane instead?’


Another restless night, another dreamless bed.

Another teddy left alone

Another broken, grieving home.

Was he no child once?


She cried for the sickness of the world.

There seemed no cure

No end.


When had it all turned so wrong?


She sat questioning late into the night.
What would happen tomorrow?


Perhaps the gunshots would be at her doorstep this time.

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