This army is humane but those people are human.

Human means made of humus. Humus is made by decomposition of plant
and animal matter.

These people have been inhumed but those people have been exhumed.
Such is our humor.

We are a humored people. Today our humor is sanguine.

We like having our funny bone tickled. The funny bone is called the
humerus.

We like having a home. Home means never having to say you’re sorry.

The adjective ‘sorry’ seems to be but is not a relative of the verb ‘sorrow.’

Sorrow sorrow sorrow. Sorrow is for tomorrow.

He found her by a fountain of water in the wilderness and said.

Whence camest thou? And whither wilt thou go? And she said, I flee
from the face of my mistress Sorrow.

And he said to her, return. For a borrowed sorrow shall return tomorrow.

These people are infantile. That army is inhumane but these people.

They are soiled. How did they get that way. They have soiled themselves.

They have inserted themselves in the soil. In sorrow shalt thou eat of
this soil all the days of thy life.