Are we humans?
Or are we monsters?
Fighting these battles,
old wars ignited by our ancestors.
Are we humans?
Or are we numb souls?
Unable to feel for one another,
because of race, religion and want;
This want for power.
This want for money.
What are these wants we kill for?
Which once we get,
we just kill more.
Are we humans?
Or are we cancers?
Destroying our world slowly,
coldly, unholy.
Where is our humanity?
The equality?
The colours of our skins must not matter.
The God we pray to, should this really really matter?
The sounds of our laughter,
the blood in our veins,
the way you feel pain,
he also feels the same.
We must realize that we are one.
Quraan or bible.
Black or white.
President or no title.
We are all humans.
Are we humans?
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Poetry By A Traveller
Поэзия"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
