INTRIGUING CONTRADICTION BETWEEN CIVILITY AND SAVAGE PROCLIVITY!

We human are slave of habit

It gives us privilege in an ambiance of our gambit

Hardly we are capable to envisage our abstract ambit

We just tend to flow and feel comfortable in our designed rubric!

 

The oldest profession of all in human civilization

Taming animals and rear them to sustain with due acceleration

We beat and torment animals, consider them as mere beast

Hardly we care they do have the freedom to exist

Their cries fall into our deaf ears

We exploit them to the fullest to augment human civilization in chorus!

 

In the passage of time we even explored our own community

Enslaving human too became our fancy and consider them as a lucrative commodity

We evaluated labor too as a perishable commodity and we need to exploit it too to the fullest

Only with an aim of few within human race to increase their own opulence!

 

I wonder when we human beat animals

Do their screams touch human hearts

Can we sustain too without their flesh with rich protein and nutrients

Though animals do protests in loud

But it is their habitual act having no impact to human cerebral with any clout

If we tend to lament on their sufferings only to indulge our kindness to foment

We human may not at all emerge as supreme out of our unique overbearing trait

But when we enslave creatures from our own community

We ignore their cerebrals which too possess a consciousness with sensitivity

They possess a mind unlike other creatures in the nature’s floor

They only having the potential to make upside down with huge uproar!

 

In the pages of human history

Human slaves scripted their glory with might and brevity

They toppled the human society

Crafting a society where freedom is their birth right they uphold with due gravity

Eliminating masters from the helm

They construe a society of their own choice with a new realm!

 

But can we ignore slavery is ingrained in human’s mental fabric

We are nowadays slave to machines and technology to emerge more prolific

Our greed for opulence remain unchanged

We adopted numerous forms only to welcome new challenge

Only we are afraid if history repeats itself

Once more we may experience in grave

 how we are devastated by majority’s anger against minority’s tune of deprave!