They Have Never Had to Be Animals, Not Like Us

I have worked with several people
that have spent most of their lives
behind a broad desk
seated in a comfortable leather chair
with an undisputable air of casual ease about them
that most would most certainly consider enviable
as now even deep into their forties
they bear the faces of children
so much that even I standing beside them
look like an old gnarled lizard
that has been lying in the desert sun unmolested
for centuries.

They have faces that have never been
hit, never drowned in tears or spit upon
and because of that small things
seem to confound them as they chatter on
endlessly inside of their snow globes
about their driveways, diets and
personal trainers as they compare watches
and morning routines.

They have never had to worry about
their car not starting on the way to
a job interview that would decide
if they were going to eat
for the next month.

They have never lost a fight
because they have never been in one.

They have never had to steal
condiments from restaurants
or duct tape their shoes
never had to bang on somebody’s door
with a bat for mishandling their ex
or muscle their way into a room
full of strangers to settle a score.

They have never had to be animals
not like us.

I used to think that they were lucky
oh, so lucky to not have to endure
life’s harsher climates
but now as I see them standing
lost at the photocopier
face painted with unusual concern
not knowing what to do
because nothing’s coming out

I just think that they’re pathetic
and for good reason.

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10 thoughts on “They Have Never Had to Be Animals, Not Like Us

  1. Hernan, this touched me so deeply. I feel exactly the same with some of the people I have met in my life. For years, I let my perception of them define me; I did not come out well in the comparison. Now, I, too, feel sorry for them. They cannot feel the depths of love that I feel from God because He has forgiven me much. If I were “perfect” like they pretend to be and done all the right things, I would not be as thankful as I am for every moment. I had to go down to the depths to appreciate the highs and know how to better handle the lows. This was a blessing of a writing….you truly get it. And I am so thankful we have crossed paths.

    1. I am so glad as well that we have crossed paths. And you have to go through what you do in order to be who you are today. It is truly the greatest people that I know who have also suffered the greatest. But those people – they are not really people at at but empty shells reduced to nothing more then mere merchandise and it angers me that they exist.

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