The Horror of it All


Small pieces of humanity

do not fit into the divine puzzle

planned by the universe and great source.

 

Somehow these frazzled shapes

lost their essence,

and their hearts

capable of feeling love.

 

Somewhere their souls drifted

and cannot connect

with the idea that we are all

a part of the HUMAN race.

 

Race defined ambiguously

an assumption perhaps

What makes us different?

More importantly, what makes us the same?

What makes us sane?

What makes us a race?

To be continued!