What is the value of a life
Of a husband or a wife
Of a daughter or a son.
Do these labels give value to one,
More so over the other?
Is a wife less valuable than a mother,
A father more valuable than a son?
Does value rise or fall
as one becomes another?
Surely every life can't be worth the same!
Can it?
I wonder.
Is a peasants life,
of less value than a kings!
Or does Status, Creed, Race, or Color,
truly, not mean a **** thing?
It is true that I would place my
wife, my son, and my brothers
life over that of another.
But that value is given to them only by me.
No life is worth more
than any other in reality.
Yet until we can open
our hearts and minds to see.
The true value of life will never be!
Debuted this one at our poetry reading last night