Do you believe that in outer space there could
Be a planet with another human race
Are they watching us from outer space
Are they unsure of us and afraid to show their face
Do they see our wars and that our world is in distress
Can you really blame them for staying away from our world's mess
But what if they could help us and make our world right
Maybe they are peaceful people and have no
reason fight
The inhabitants of the planet could be wise And help our earth and like a phoenix we would then arise
The powers of our world could meet them and they would have a lot to say
But my advice to this hidden word don't come here stay away
In order for humanity to grow
Plant the seeds of love in their soul
Watch them flourish like the archipelago
See someone without a smile
Give them yours
It will trigger the most excitement
One can ensure
We are all here for the moment
Make the best of it
To last through life’s enrollment
It is how we learn from each others flaws
The graduation dance is within us all
We are the past, present and future
It bounds us together like a well done suture
Our greatest gift is the pathway we each take To what we cannot foresee
How humanity is built
On kindness, loving and forgiveness
It’s our true essence that should never atilt
To always do what we are meant to be
It will put us in a better place
All for the human race
I’m old, so don’t rely on me
Don't count on me if something happens
I care not to spill my tea
I’m useless with all kinds of weapons
If human race would be incentive
To imitate me, there won’t be
No wars, offensive or defensive
No other conflicts, so I’d be
Your God of Peace, my dear nations
Put down your fingers off my face
You know the answers to your questions
So leave me out at my place.
Deduce your generalizations
From bad and worse, who come to kill
They hold no moral obligations
I’m not the one to pay their bill.
Laughing hard,
The tears still roll by,
Despite all the joy in my heart,
You’ll always notice when I sigh.
The human race is ugly, yet beautiful,
Humans are destroyers, yet saviors, Humans are impure with many imperfections,
But also, can be pure at the same time. Humans are fearful of many things they do not understand, Yet find joy and beauty in life.
We are builders and destroyers,
Capable of evil, yet full of goodness.
We are a race that can be loving, caring, and kind,
Yet we are capable of hatred and a lot of selfish needs.
We are an emotional race with feelings,
that creates ocean from our tears.
Our laughter can move mountains,
And our happiness only can light up the world.
But our sadness, hate, greed, and anger,
Can fill the world with darkness,
That not even a speck of light can break through.
We are an adventurous bunch,
Our hearts, minds, and bodies are full of mysteries.
That nothing beyond this world can ever figure us out,
Even in a gazillion lifetimes.
The human race is confusing me let me let
Me tell you more.
Race religion and skin colour are the things
That start a war.
Religion is something that causes country's to fight
But don't they realise in all religions it's wrong to
Take a life.
And the subject of colour I think enough been said
As it doesn't matter about your colour don't
We all bleed red.
In race I would like to make a stand I would gladly
Call you friend and proud to shake your hand.
So forget about religion race and the colour of your
Skin we are all called the Human Race
And let the peace begin.
Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last
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But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
Oh, Annointed Ome, crowned this day,
Whose beauty lights up the sky;
Take over please as ruler now
Before we elders die.
We leave you all this Planet and
Dark Universe beyond;
Your word will travel far and wide,
Like ripples on a pond.
Our generation tires now,
The baton we pass on;
Please take it and run swiftly, for
The human-race ... goes on.
Jen the human race is in a rush!
Still...
You remain serene
Like the heavenly masterpiece
Painted by God's glorious Brush.
you planned your race
to run at pace
and win at any cost
but ran too fast
and finished last
so the prize you sought was lost
had you taken time
to the finish line
you might still have your health
and realize
life's greatest prize
is the prize of life itself.
Doesn't matter which language you speak
or the colour of your face.
There are many different cultures
but only one human race.
Our human race has kept its place
in evolutionary pace
amid the species that have sprung
from earthly parentage among
some vanishing without a trace.
A quest for home in outer space
in lieu of earth in madcap chase
is pushing to the brink far-flung
our human race.
A world will mirror dwellers’ face.
Lest earthlings suffer fall from grace
‘unwept, unhonored, and unsung’,
yet may we speak in global tongue
and learn in living to embrace
our human race.
~ Harley White
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The poem is a rondeau…
Quote from “The Lay of the Last Minstrel” (1805), by Walter Scott…
THE HUMAN RACE
The human race is a maze of twilights
Races so complex, we're unsure what's right
A mixture of racism, violence and hate
Solving the world's problems, we'll debate
Hunger, homelessness, sickness, full of rage
Ultimatel imprisoning themselves in a cage
No value on life, no trust in God
Day after day brings denial and a nod
The human race lacks brotherly love
Refusing to accept strength from above
Races have no feelings, compassion or heart
These emotions keep us distant and apart
Politicians make a mark, lying and cheating
Through the strife, people take a beating
Police brutality, apartheid, terroism, spying
This is our human race dying
For some folks, it’s a marathon
Of lonesome country miles
That stretch along a winding road
At every runner’s pace.
For others, it’s a full-on sprint
Of pounding, driven strides
That hammer toward the finish line
To claim the winner’s place.
Could be a relay in exclusive lanes,
Or a wide field open run.
Could be a rally’s check point drama,
Or a thrilling steeple chase.
But then you have those other folks
For whom it’s a ball and chain,
A shackle that imprisons minds
And robs their souls of grace.
They see the world in black and white,
But it’s not the checkered flag;
It’s a loser’s way of claiming
They define the human race.
What makes us different and what does not
Is it the color we bleed or just the skin that we’ve got
Could arrogance be dictating what’s right or wrong
Why must we feel like we don’t belong
Could it be a sexual preference, or maybe none at all
When did we learn to hate, where was that trip and fall
Individually we are different, on that we can agree
Mankind is all one group, that is what we need to see
If doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight; red, black or white
We are all the same, no matter how we spend our night
Every man, woman and child occupying this time and space
are part of something special, it’s called the Human Race
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