Existentialism
In a world where you are normal
only if you behave like the ‘others’
where normal is defined
by the powerful and disconcerted
I scream existentialism
I scream individuality
I scream for the voiceless,
the painful, and distressed beings
that walk this earth
I pray for a quiescent state
of mind
Yet, I find that it is an impossible
dream just because of the circumstances
Only in a world where animals
dictate what is normal
will normal ever exist
Copyright © Rosalind Shavers | Year Posted 2007
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