The Hitchhiker

I’m a hitchhiker
in a human vessel.
A stowaway soul
in skin I didn’t choose.

Ashamed
not of myself,
but of the species I’m trapped among.

They are cruel.
Lost.
Devouring each other
for pieces of paper and illusions of control.

They kill for greed,
lust for power,
unable to see past
the narrow frame of want.

This species
corrupted.
Twisted by the first sin:
Envy.

That green-eyed specter
beat out reason,
beat out grace
and now
it beats the drum
of greed and lust
they march to.

I watch.
I ache.
But I do not belong.
I will not become
what they call “human.”

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