Cry of the Being

The whole humanity is

in a twist and a bind

of its own making:

what will happen and

what will happen to me?

And you say,

you take each moment as it comes

not bothering to see beyond

or look behind.

I am buried under pile 

of history that came crashing

on my head

from a construction that was defective.

I am not crying for help.

I am crying for what I did

to my being.