Humanity Is Often A Place Of Forgetfulness Poem by Mark Heathcote

Humanity is often a place of forgetfulness.
It's often a place of solitude.
A place of dreadfulness, fretfulness
It's often a dwelling place, a mirror eschewed.
A place without benevolence
A place, where the neediest feel subdued.
A place, people wander around, incredulous.
Humanity is a place where you find the destitute.
The place-you-come-across negligence
The place you come across the most ineptitude
The place-you-come-across the most-resentfulness
The place where you find the most crewed
The place where cruelty finds its prevalence
The place - charity can lead to decrepitude.
Humanity is a place of opposites of redolence.
It's-sadly, a place of corruption as a way not to preclude.
It's a place of hucksters directionless.
Often, it's the place of a cold absolute.
Take my hand, and I'll promise all you Denizens.
A better life, I'll promise not to pillage or loot.
I'll promise you, humanity, forget all other parables.