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The Wonderess
Poems
May 2020
The Disgrace of the “Human” Race
I am lost for words,
As I am lost for love
I cry out aloud,
Seeking guidance from above
Do you hear me Great Spirit
When I painfully cry out?
Perhaps you too are deaf,
To everything I shout
Do you see my sorrow
Or do my tears evaporate
Maybe, I am scorned by you
As the others me hate
I am created from dust,
They remind me everyday
Their words like a hurricane,
Blow my hope away
Yet here I am before you,
Pleading yet again
Release me from this anguish
And from all of them
Monsters lurk amongst us
We become their slaves
We nominate them as leaders:
They lead us to our graves
Insignificant are the powerless
To the tyrants who roam around
The strong only grow stronger
Trodding the weak into the ground.
We are meant to be equals
Everyone, you and I;
Being born and raised
Under the same sky
Yet we are treated
So differently...
Tell me, where is the
Human in Humanity?
To quote Jimi Hendrix, when the power of love overcomes the love of power then the world shall know peace.
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