All people should be treated equally and with the same respect as others. I want to make a difference in people's lives. I have seen things that were unjust, and inhumane. In the end though we are all the same. We love, hurt and feel true pain. Humans are always trying to leave their mark on earth. We are trying to find something to grab, hold on to and never let go. We all know that won't happen there is nothing to grab on to. All to often our marks are scars. We all have left scars here and there. unfortunately scars don't heal, therefor the memory of your scar will last as long as humans are here, in our own living hell, EARTH. It wouldn't be such a hell if we weren't here.....

There will come soft rains (1920)
Sara Teasdale-

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows calling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild-plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.

You know what the terrifying part is? The poem tells the truth