On Being Human

On Being Human

A Poem by Neville

On Being Human

 

We are

What we are

As much

Made by others

As we are

Genetics  

And by chemistry

 

We are

Not much more

Than victims

Each bound

As much by

Ignorance as by

Fear and individual

Suffering

 

We are

What we are

Subject to

Indifference and

A degree of personal

Loathing 

 

We are

What we are

Objects to be

Stared at

Ridiculed  

Laughed at and

Variously abused


We are

What we are

Make no mistake

There are no

Universal laws

And misery

Is entirely optional

My friend  

 

© 2019 Neville


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I can not disagree with anything you have written. I am reminded of Dylan Thomas and his poem The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. The endless cycle of life and death which examines nature, mortality, love and what it means to be alive. I like where you took me to with your lines. You made me think Neville. Life is too short for misery.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

there is certainly enough misery in this world & if at all possible, I would rather not be part of i.. read more



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Nev,
I would agree there are many forces that shape us . . . our relationships with other human beings
definitely have a bearing. One would think each of us go about our lives with a big bullseye painted on our backs . . . just waiting for the next nasty person to shoot his/her arrows at us. Yet, we still can chose how we respond to people's attacks and ridicule. It takes a lot of strength and personal knowledge of our own worth. Good ending here.
Tom

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

dont cha just love good endings.. cheers Tom.. N
We are as individual as a grain of sand and still part of the heap.
We are sum of the generations that had been here
and effect what will be here for ages to come. You are spot On Being Human, dear friend.

Posted 5 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

bless you my very dear friend...many thanks indeed.. N
Mrudula Rani

5 Years Ago

It's entirely my pleasure pleasure, Querido.
we are what we are ....or as the great Popeye said "I yam what I yam and that's all what I yam" ;)
https://youtu.be/LzHmunZxJeM
you fooled me sir ... all that negative humanity and suddenly in closing i have a choice ..thank you very much my friend!
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

where would we be without choices eh..... thank you ever so much Gene and please forgive the late re.. read more
Both times I have read this a song plays loudly in my mind....It's called "Rise Up" by Adra Day. Powerful Nev.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

Then I am well and truly honoured.. thank you TWQ... N
I can not disagree with anything you have written. I am reminded of Dylan Thomas and his poem The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. The endless cycle of life and death which examines nature, mortality, love and what it means to be alive. I like where you took me to with your lines. You made me think Neville. Life is too short for misery.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

5 Years Ago

there is certainly enough misery in this world & if at all possible, I would rather not be part of i.. read more

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