Hue-Man

HUE-MAN© Hues of shades Man of race Some pale some parched Some pastel some poisoned, A pastiche of a classic life-drama All within this living matrix, This untimely reign of droplets Like winter's drops From eaves of reeds Cascading down from clouds Formed with clay and dew Cocooned in her safety sack, Foundational on reproductive commands, A genesis of the world, Hue-man of different shades Different visions Venomous missions Different stories: Tragic, comic, epic. . . So so pathetic Variety of patterns To choose from, Race of spirited man, Different rise and fall But one purpose: To reign and rule, Multiply and replenish the sphere. Hue-man of different sizes, Some will prick you Some will heal you Some will stab you behind Still will ask you facedly: 'Why are you bleeding?' Hue-man of different choices Though on an assignment... An ambassador in the living galaxy. Who will cross the line In the race of shades And of patterns? God loves us enough To give us freedom To make our own choices Because He isn't a dictator But an image And likeness of the Human. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright©2014