Humanity's FlawsA Poem by B.C. Lunais doesn't rhyme, but it's majorly just an outlook. It could possibly change how you see the world.
I have spent several long weeks finally realizing that life is only bit a moment of major indifference.
There is never a time when a human being hates, or if they think they do, they're only hurt by another. There was never a love, only an extreme version of like. We are not perfect. In fact, the word should have never existed in the first place. It makes us crazy, trying to become it. Humans what a funny word. "We are only human," PLEASE! Human only explains a culture whom thinks they know everything, when truly, we've only begun to scratch the surface of our true knowledge. I think the only ones who know, are those who have faced death and lived through it. They've experienced true pain. They know how fragile we are. We are weak spineless fools. And though we call the unknown an alien, what does that make us? We don't even know the slightest bit of ourselves, though we think we do. Who are we to judge? We have no right. You have no right. It's said that human beings only use 10% of their brains, the other 90 is left untouched. What if we had access to that? Would we be racial towards people of our own kin? Would we want to kill one another with guns and bombs? We are equal you and I. Maybe not in looks, but we are the same. Don' t be cruel to me because I have a different skin color then you, or speak a different language. We are all equal. I fear death. I crave things I shouldn't. I even have emotions just like you. And though I may not sound like you do, does not make me any less worthy. Inhumane. I deserve your life. Happy. Free. © 2013 B.C. LunaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on January 2, 2013 Last Updated on January 4, 2013 Tags: Flaws, Indifferences, Humans AuthorB.C. Lunalakeside, CAAboutI go to a performing arts school. I've been writing since the second grade.. I'm loud, but fun. Yet sometimes, I have a cold sense of humor, and a slightly perverted mind. I sing. I write. . I act an.. more..Writing
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