That say that they’re good
When they’re full of spite
They say they’re okay
When they’ve lost all their might

They’ll fight all these wars
For what they think is peace,
Only looking back
Do they know they’re never pleased

I cannot bear or understand
The tragedy of all of man
But perhaps if they treat me as they should,
I’ll be who I always thought I could!

I’ll have some pride,
A goal and a dream,
Friends and a lover,
People I call brothers,

Discerning insight,
Sage philosophy
A home on Earth
To then die cheerily.

If only this could happen,
I’d resemble a sapient person
Spoken to, acknowledged,
Cared for, minded, visible and loved.

And maybe then I’ll be
Fully human after all.