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Victoria Jun 2020
Everyone is running towards...
The unknown ? Dreams? Plans ? 
All of them running .. to what? 
Some heard the start bell earlier
Is there a reason for their head start?
Or is this just simply a rigged game 
For some choose players to win
Did we sign up for this marathon? 
Where is the finish line ? 
Why are some finish lines closer than others? 
Who made this life a race ? 
They run and I see some cheaters 
Some trip others, some step on others
Is the race worth it ? 
This life that they have turn into a marathon
Is it worth the loses ? 
It seems that some of the humans 
Are racing to lose their humanity 
They say is a competition, you have to fight
But I wonder, who divided us first?
This tournament the have transformed life into
How did I enter it?
Did I apply to it? 
Did I consent to this? 
Why does it seems that I'm always running
Towards something, against something
Against.. someone
Is this all life has to offer? 
A serious of competitions for top 1?
Fighting, blood pumping for that spot?
I see some running bare foot
Some are almost in skates 
Aren't there rules for this thing? 
Aren't we all in the same race? 
We seem to be color coded
We seem to be sponsored by something...some group
We seem to be ahead of some others
We seem to be behind of some others
I don't want to keep doing this 
I don't see the point of running but,
What if I refuse to run ?
Refuse to compete
What if I help someone another one tripped?
I did not approved this,
did not condone this
I will not play their game, their competition 
I will search for another path
I'm sure there are others
I see them nowthey're asking me to join them
In their side, where their is just one race 
I guess my mind races also
Nidhi May 2020
there's one kind of race
the human race...
but we divided the human race by color
its a race of color
black, brown and  asian vs. white  
its a race of ***
man vs. women
its a race of
LGBTQA+ vs. straight
what's the point of this race
if we know who would live with no guilts
Rest In Peace George Floyd you clearly don't deserve to die
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Penultimate month, November
Tending memories’ eternal ember
Sparking thoughts, grand and tender
With honor and thanksgiving to remember
For each who of the human race are a member
11/1/2019 - Poetry form: Monorhyme - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
We Are All Human;

Gender or Wealth,
Religion or Race.
If you disagree,
Then you're a disgrace.

Healthy or Disabled,
Straight or Gay.
We Are All Human,
So treat us that way.
Klvstrfvck Nov 2018
I could tell you more about the hurt
inflicted into us by what we thought was love
and to find it be an inevitable pain
followed by tears that flow off the face
and the guilt that maybe it was out fault.

we NEVER get the love we deserve,
manipulated and programmed the generational stigma
to love one more than yourself and unfulfilling
what we as the human race should've
been instilled with was self love.

too busy lost in the social media haze of
losing yourself into everything that we
forget to love ourselves
forgetting we have to do that before we
can truly love any one person.
Pauline Morris Apr 2018
It's hard living in a world where no one cares
While your smothered and shallowed by despair
Sitting here wondering why I was born into this place
Not wanting to be part of this sad human race
Where money is the great and powerful Oz
It doesn't matter what's the cause
I look and see their hearts have grown cold and calloused
Everything is so off balanced
There is no more unconditional love
No loving  help from up above
We have been abandoned
The trumpets have sounded
Humanity has been stripped of it's compassion
Empathy is in short ration
Gone are the ways of old
To these values we no longer hold
Now it's I'll do for you,  if you can do for me
That's not the way it's supposed to be
But everyone's eyes have been closed
Their souls have become thorny and cold
We are no longer judged on our thoughts and actions
But by how much money we have for the coming attractions
For if we don't have enough to pay
We become part of the play
We are condemned to be the *****
They feed to the machines of war

©Pauline Russell
Chloe Dec 2017
on the street corner
waiting for a body to come along
'oh, jesus, oh, lord'
the man just wants a hug

throw a man a home
spare his dog a bone

cough of a smoker
chest with a wheeze
one sits in a resturant
while anothers begs on his knees
'please lord, oh please'

ignorance a bliss
public sphere bubble
'look man'
'i don't want no trouble'

'could i trouble you for a penny'
share one of your many
what's a woman begging for
judgement decides she is a *****

a million to one
help out the addict of a son
and i ask you sir
while you moan and groan in your animal fur
'are we all human, only divided by materials'
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