Trust Humans To Be Humans

We’re wired to think the lion’s roar’s a law,

The dog’s bark loud, the birds always take off,

But when the human mask slips, the truth’s raw,

I grew up watching cartoons, “wild” was the scene,

Lions roaring on the screen, dogs barking clean,

Nature’s script, it felt like a law, a given,

But the human chapter? Man, that page stays hidden.

We set the bar high, expect a moral compass,

Because every storybook says we’re built to be honest,

But the ink runs cheap when the greed starts to seep,

Cheatin’, stealin’, lie‑spinnin’—that’s the secret we keep.

I heard an old soul say, “Trust humans to be humans,”

Like a promise on a postcard, faded, worn, and useless,

We want the sunshine, the best in every face,

But every saint’s got a shadow, a darker space.

No clean slate, no virgin soul untouched,

Even saints slip, fall, get a little too much.

It’s a bitter pill, but it’s real, not a rumor,

We’re all flawed, we’re all falling into that same tumor.

Now picture a courtroom where the jury’s made of peers,

We all wear robes of judgment, but we’re the ones who fear,

Because when the witness bends the truth, the whole house shakes,

And the gavel’s just a thud that echoes all our fakes.

I’m not calling out one name, it’s a universal flaw,

A collective habit, a reflex we all draw,

We smile, we nod, we say “I’ll keep it tight,”

Then we slip, we cheat, we vanish in the night.

It’s odd, it’s human—like a paradoxical dance,

We crave the pure, but we’re stuck in circumstance.

So I’m spilling truth, not just a bitter confession,

Just a mirror for the crowd, a raw, raw reflection.

If we could own that each of us has a scar,

Maybe we’d cut the blame, stop playing hard‑card.

Beause the real roar? It’s the courage to admit,

That we’re all flawed, we all bleed—this is it.

We thought the lion’s roar meant power, no doubt,

But the human’s whisper can crush you out.

The dog may bark, the birds may soar high—

It’s the quiet lie that makes the whole world sigh.

“So next time you hear the roar, remember the silence that follows.

The biggest beast isn’t the one in the savanna—

It’s the one inside us, hidden, waiting to be heart