Human Nature

A Poem by redzone

The Diversity of people's...

(Written back when I actually had a job... worked in a factory that was "international city", with people from many parts of the world. It was a great experience... I showed them this poem and everyone thought it was wonderful... I kinda got to be known as the "workshop poet".. Go Figure.)

HUMAN NATURE

Many come from lands
that seem light years away.
Speaking tongues that tickles,
as neurons flow in an open mind.
Strange, yet like the sounds of Jade,
makes you giggle as you realize
all that is being said is,
"Hey Red, how are you doing man?"
~~~
Many come looking for HOPE;
work, a way to feed their young.
Many come simply to survive
the destruction
that once was home.
They come to escape being disappeared;
having already lost loved ones;
sons, husbands, daughters
found some day,

maybe, in mass graves.
Disappeared by:
Ton Ton Macoutes,
Death Squads, Dincote,
Special forces conquistadors,
or any number of SOA trained
armies/soldiers stamped with:
"Made In The U.S.A."
~~~
They come to "live free" or
find "democracy",

ironically to the very place

that is responsible for this disgrace-
fullness committed against humanity.
~~~
They come to live
and yet, their dreams are of
HOME!
Home where there is peace.
Home, where jobs are meaningful,
not enslaving.
Home, where the land is yours
and crops plentiful,
allowing you to live as human beings.
~~~
These are proud, brave and daring men
with names like:
Thanh, Aftab, Simon, Mukesh
and Donovan.
These are determined, dignified women
with heads held high
and names that seek the skies:
Ekta, Mai, Kenya, Nazma
and Sing.
~~~
Looking out at their varied shades of skin,
wistful eyes, reflecting like
fall leaves in a vast rainforest,
it is easy to get lost
in these colors of diversity.
Looking
Lost
Wishing
Dreaming of a dripping wet world

as seen from outer space;
AS ONE.
No borders,
No boundaries,
flying thru a blue, cloudless sky.
Breaking ALL traditions chains.

~~redzone 4.2.01~~

© 2013 redzone

Author's Note

thanks for reading, comments and crits welcomed; captcha: "pinnule?? (and in green letters too) WTF???

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Lily Finch

wow...lovely poem about your coworkers .... :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

Lydia Shutter

The comradery expressed in this is heartfelt. People who are coworkers become family. Sometimes a closer knit family than they actually have at home. Yes, they do come from all over and they do have a story. Sometimes it is a story they don't want to tell. Their accents when speaking English become the condiments of the day and words from their native tongues become part of workday communication. These workers are the survivors....the ones who will endure and perhaps one day be able to return to the place of their birth if they choose to. Your political views are injected in this one so smoothly, Curt. Beautifully written. Lydi**