Humans in the Rough

This world holds 8 billion of us,

and yet too many believe

there is any kind of superiority,

And we are all supposed to be the same.

Centuries of Education,

And we have forgotten

That language is ours,

Ours to create, destroy,

Bend and break,

And yet we use it do just that

To each other.

When this world has broken us

We have taken that pain

And used it to break ourselves.

No longer do people stand up,

Come together when Nature wrongs us.

Now, not only are we wronging her,

We are wronging and damning our own.

We are kings of a world

In which we made ourselves peasants,

Then we mock other peasants

For not being kings.

Since kindness is rare,

And humanity has forgotten,

I shall say this.

We are all people.

Language is arbitrary,

Made up by us

To describe things made up by us.

Pronouns are not gender,

They are made up by us

To describe things made up by us,

Even the binary ones.

Money is made up by us

To purchase things made up by us.

We have one life to live

And we spend it criticizing,

Putting down, killing, brutalizing,

Harming, hurting.

Life is not “just how society is”.

It is not society,

It is morality, it is kindness.

And that is what is lost on us.

And to those few that possess it,

never, ever, lose sight of it.