What Kind Are We

If you can fear being a man, And fear being heard, And fear being hurt, Then ask yourself one question, Which goes beyond all else, And which is your basic human right. What kind of men, Lives with the fear of being human, What kind of men think being without hope, Is being free; Except the human will; That says "we are all accountable" Whether we let others wrongs live inside us, Or whether we hold onto all that good inside all of us, Without letting go, without abating for just one second. When all we have left inside us, is that will to keep on fighting; When that humane struggle was less human; but more inhumane; At least we can say " we never lost what it meant to be human. When death was the only living truth we had to call are own, At least we can reach that end knowing we tried all the same.