Our Humanity

Only when we hope in love defined. Do we bother search for our humanity.

 

                                      

Man feels such zest of emotion

 till it sets his whole mind afire

Calling forth his inner demons

fueling him run instead of tire

 

No problem then seems too immense

to not warrant a good man’s deeds

The boy hurt on the inside finds

he is the man this child now needs

 

Life's truths keep turning round and round

generations each wax and wane

 Loving ones pick up the pieces

of the small child that still remain

 

Who among us can rightly say

he has himself just walked on by

To leave the injured child alone

within hearts lonesome soul to cry

 

It seems we need no help learning

epitaphs of profanity

But when our eyes see love defined

that's where we find humanity

 

Author's Note

Will man ever learn his children are his future? Other peoples children mean just as much to their family as well. May we all pause at the thought of pain for any childs sake. To our servicemen I would like to say "Let your heart be your guide and though you might be scarred by your experiences. May your memories flow to the times when the noblest of your nature won out. Will we ever realize just how much we are asking of our children?

Reviews

[Veronica Chandler]

I am simply mystified at how your soulful work can stir something so deep in my spirit. Something I can't quite put my finger on, is it the intent, the content, the commonality of experiences you describe or possibly a combination thereof. Maybe it is something which simply defies my own ability to describe that which keeps me seeking out and devouring your work like a hungry puppy. Just loved it and appreciate your shout out to our servicemen.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Veronica On this Forth of July I can't help but think how fortune has smile upon me.

[Leslie Philibert]

A poem full of beauty !

[Dayran]

The child is the father of the son. A father who realizes this knows that someday his son will grow to be the father. In so doing, the father also realizes the son he was born into. Nice write Tate.

[char]

The picture spoke for itself...but your words enhanced what it had to say.

[Brandon Wilson]

Wow, I'm joining the National Guard as a combat medic in the next few days and will ship to basic this summer and to medic AIT after and the picture and this poem rely resonated with me. Fantastic poem, its nice to be back.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Children are the future. That's why I feel sorrow whenever s child is physically or mentally abused. We are only hurting our future. Great words, Tate!

[Enid Blake]

We should be busy spreading love not hate
Before it's too late...

[Epipsychologist]

The trick is making those passions work towards something good, or controlling them to resist indifferent violence. Nice write Tate

[lee von cleef]

Tate your focus is on children, I agree, the first thousand days, they say are the most critical,and equally important are our last thousand days, how we treat both of those groups will set the bar for our own Humanity. P S .A Triple crown for your poem.

[Marie]

Perhaps even the worst of us has, somewhere, a nobler nature that transends. I don't know.

[Jack...]

Very nicely penned. The message rings loud and clear. For in our arms we hold the future, nuture them and they will prove true.