Same Human-Beings We are the same, Whether we speak English Or Spanish, we are the same, Tall black, short yellow white and pink We remain human beings, We are the same with accent or without it; I don’t understand why so much overpowered? Arguing for what who is better? Let me tell you something! No difference if you sleep on streets mattresses only or own a home or A mansion, nobody is superior… We are same folks, We are same universal creatures, I don’t care for labels, I wave no flag, That’s political stuff; I’m same as my neighbor, in Mexico Or in El Salvador; I should be able to travel the world without papers, Why documentation? Many times I question myself Why are we conditioned to believe in constitutional things? Such as where we come from, Always backgrounds, Can we speak spirits languages? Could we treat each other with respect for being born? To this earth, We are same fellows Indians or Africans, Asians or Assyrians, Egyptians, We were the same yesterday, today and tomorrow, Social Classes, standards, It’s is all based on math we match, I guess if one doesn’t have much doesn’t count, We’re detached form clan, they casts us out; Yeah they talk peace, yet make wars With others lands, We speak love we kill hope on third world nations, Dramatic and ironic, They service with immigrants hands as much still refuse us; Rejection to welcome low class into this land, This country built upon immigrants backs, As they said it before “wet backs”! But we are the same, poor or rich; We are one whole being in the atmosphere, I wonder what God would think, Being pondering this subject, God is spirit from what we’re told, We‘re the ones pretending to be like him/her While inhabiting the earth, As human-beings must fight a cause Making, modifying this world otherwise No point on existing but it gets tougher, much harder Than past; Man God must be upset?! Seen from above war crimes, And we have to deal with it? Shall remember we are the same, No one is bigger no body is less; Because at the end most of us wither, Aging getting old and die, But before we ought to try clean this mess up, Roman times; Someday empires will scatter, Force will collapse as it did; Than our chances will flourished justice, In the entire universe; Same cause, same purpose. © Magdalena Murillo Delgado 2014
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 01:18:44 +0000
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