The Hue of All Humanity

Be the one to shift the hue of man.

Incarnate, the affairs of humanity stand vocally by my side.

Many voices shouting forcefully,

As blatant ignorance takes a swing at human dignity.

Could this bash be the final blow?

 

Lost souls surrounding her, as this baby cried.

Her eyes set close as that baby died.

Unspoken, unwritten woes

That which cursed a child born into a sinful world.

 

For sin shows no solace to broken down simians,

Nor can a heart resurrect a soul

Such that a child can again awaken.

That soul has been forgotten; her heart again forsaken.

 

How many souls must humanity forsake

To such a tormented tragedy,

Before we stand collectively before a castaway

And ask for their freedom and their forgiveness?

 

Many children come home from being bullied.

A young man beaten for the cut of his jib.

Not once in human history,

Has acceptance been the shining image of the hue-of-man.

 

Alas, today has come before Us.

Certain people boast strategies invoking terror.

Responding to a struggle which defines no innocent party; None,

But the unspoken infant, lacks burden in our human race.

 

A race which crowns zero champions.

Pays not homage nor trophy.

Sees no winner atop the podium,

But settles in the wake of the penniless survivors.

 

“Wealth” is but the gasoline to fuel the fire.

Greed becomes a vessel sunken in the hue-of-man’s tears.

“Life” is what burns our souls,

That in turn elicits tears.

 

“Life” is not what you make it.

Nor is it what I do with this malleable term of existence.

Life is what We make it,

And is seen through Our hearts as the hue-of-man.

 

Without connotation, or stereotypical inclination,

Dark hands clasp together with light.

Beneath this unity exists more than a hue,

A bond much needed to end our plight.

 

With one last cry, the hue-of-man has shifted.

No red nor blue nor green are pigmented.

The only color that has ever existed,

Is sealed away subsequent to being segmented.

 

When one person searches deep beneath their own surface,

The keeper’s segment is wielded by the patron.

Within it, a strength is stored deep within,

One seven billionth of the hue-of-man.

 

Combining such strength with likeminded people,

Tints the common shade,

Combined with all the others,

Tilts in favor of the majority’s way.

 

Fear, Anxiety, Sorrow, Frustration, Greed, Cruelty, and Hatred.

Manipulators of man to reject the goodness of the Earth.

Earthlings cling to a misled sense of pride,

Defending suggestions of a hierarchy of existence.

 

This false pride demeans the rights of all people.

For the only pride that is blessed, and worth having,

Is the pride of being a human being.

The level of which seemingly approaches extinction.

 

Could prophecy be the key at the end of this beaten path?

Where there no longer exists a road not taken?

Except when we rest our hearts in the fate of all people,

We are mapped to a world unified by the shining image known as the hue-of-man.

 

So, take a shower, as told by a general.

You have zero time left to lose.

We are all young and must be living life as equal.

Go on, and seek from all others to be forgiven.

Author's Note

focus on the message