At Humanity's Door

Without bias or malice then the children that once we knew mixed and met, with those others who became different as we grew. The language we all knew, though in culture and hue different. Apart separate we dwelt; us here, them over there. Customs beliefs of the past, through teaching learning, supposedly we have cast, they still embrace believe. In mind’s deep recess lie the terrors that lurch slither and reign, over our being’s very core to surface unwanted, but ever remain. How to free ourselves from those bonds, rid the rule of deep powers that store, build defences against our efforts to shed, what we should abhor. Is it within us to hope to be beings that do no evil or wrong. Are we meant to be model mortals where all will be equal, all belong. But history tells us a different tale; it’s not possible to be one with each other to gloss over, submerge and curtail those differences that somehow prevail. But what if we can never achieve, as we grieve, the goals we perceive; those standards we never fulfil by any humans’ measure. So where do we lay blame - religion, race, colour culture, language or just at humanity’s door; excuses and failure to achieve lie there as we continue to explore.