5/30/20

Human’s Tribune

Volume 1

Issue 16

Saturday, May 30,2020

Humans Exist Outside of Your House

Personally, I found it hard to believe that my family weren’t the only people left on Earth. Going outside briefly, seeing the sights of my neighborhood, convinced me otherwise. My point, go outside and live! Everything is closed, except the outdoors.

Poem: This Be The Verse

By Phillip Larkin

NOTE: This poem, originally, has some curse words that I edited out. That language can be offensive to some people, and we at the Human’s Tribune want to make this as inclusive as possible. Even with the swearing, this poem is important and relevant to our time.

They ---- you up, your mum and dad.


They may not mean to, but they do.


They fill you with the faults you had,


And add some extra just for you.



But they were ----ed up in their turn


By fools in old-style hats and coats,


Who half the time were soppy-stern


And half at one another’s throats.



Man hands on misery to man.


It deepens like a coastal shelf.


Get out as early as you can,


And don’t have any kids yourself.



Book Review: Call of the Wild

By Antoinette Durand

Such potential. I know that this is a classic, but the animal abuse is needless. It's graphically violent. I wanted to like it because it's classic. However, the writing is exceptional, despite the facts that it's telling a grim, bloody tale. I wish that I liked this because the writing is excellent. The plot, unfortunately, failed my expectations.

A Snail In My Soda?

By Ember Hernandez
Imagine going to a small cafe and getting a ginger beer, drinking it until you notice a dead snail in it. It sounds disgusting, correct? Well, that’s what happened to May Donahauge in 1928. It was a nail-biting case that went on for years and years to come. How did this happen?

Remember this happened in the 1920’s. There wasn’t a secure law system then. When word got around, no one knew the effects that a dead, old mollusk could do.

She saw the decomposing snail, mixed with strangely, bits of ice cream. This occurred at the Wellmeadow Cafe’ in Scotland, and the sight of the snail scared the poor woman for decades to come.

When she walked up to question the worker about this, the worker gave off a rude shrug and said, “Well, this happens.” Some days after, May got awful pains in her stomach. After a week or two, she was hospitalized.

This case was very interesting and important to laws. No one was that educated in health and for that, people like May had to suffer. Luckily, our educational and law systems help people who experienced those sorts of things now. And that snail? Who knows where it is now!

Reporter Phillip Collin's Thoughts on the Murder of George Floyd

During this strange and unprecedented time, we devote our gratitude to the first responders. However, according to the recent and shocking murder of George Floyd, that should be examined.

After hearing the breaking news that George Floyd was murdered by police officers, I was overwhelmed with fear and sadness. People have the right to protest! No one should ever be treated like George Floyd was treated! As a policeman, I believe they need to set an example for others. Instead, the policemen involved in this horrible incident set a very poor example for us human beings and other first responders. As of this issue’s release, the policeman who threatened and killed George Floyd have been charged for murder. However, there is a jury case still in the works.

I am embarrassed by these policemen and their behavior towards George Floyd. You should be, too. Everyone can agree this was unacceptable and beyond chaos.

Famous Haikus

By Ember Hernandez
“The Old Pond” by Matsuo Bashō


An old silent pond


A frog jumps into the pond—


Splash! Silence again.


Sonia Sanchez “Haiku [for you]”


love between us is


speech and breath. loving you is


a long river running.


Ravi Shankar “Lines on a Skull”


life’s little, our heads


sad. Redeemed and wasting clay


this chance. Be of use.


“Over the Wintry” by Natsume Sōseki


Over the wintry


Forest, winds howl in rage


With no leaves to blow.


“A Poppy Blooms” by Katsushika Hokusai


I write, erase, rewrite


Erase again, and then


A poppy blooms.