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Humans are we with bodies of structures complex.
Death comes to all of us though in varying effects.

Flesh. blood and bone are we, held together by
sinews. Also we have organs on which we rely.

Bipeds are we –meant to walk with postures straight.
We dance and ride and run, adapting to our favorite gait.

Intelligences are we, but few have the audacity
to use perhaps a fifth of our brain’s capacity.

Mortals are we, unlike One who had the power never to be dead.
Had He not been willing, He’d not have sacrificed Himself instead.

We are a mystery. To scientists we come from evolution.
Unfaithful souls refuse acceptance of any Godly solution.

Together all as one, we are called Humanity,
but racism and cruelty show much insanity.

We are parents, siblings, spouses, and the list goes on and on.
Our ancient kin are many. By the time we’re born, they all are gone.

We are workers; we are slobs; we are losers; we are winners.
If wise, we learn that love is all, even love for sinners.

We are members of societies with presidents and chiefs,
many who start wars over differing beliefs.

We are colors of our skin, called black, brown, and white.
And even red and yellow. Such titles don’t seem right.

We are categorized by classes though most the world is poor.
The middle class knows comfort; the rich live in grandeur.

We are sufferers of hardships, of trials, pain and grief.
Joy we also know in this earthly time so brief . . .

We are our brother’s keeper, and none deserve neglect.
All we really need are love, kindness and respect.

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