Monday, December 7, 2015

20151209 (humanity)

Bangladeshi mother and child



















Pity the man who thinks he is not

Remarkable just try to say that in 

A way that extends also to women

Which is of course what I mean

Of all humanity there is not high

Nor low deserving or undeserving

Of equal respect the status awarded

By money power intelligence

Barely compares to what we share 

Ms Keller could see in a very

Real sense and can be said to

Have heard more than many 

Whose sound eyes did not 

Perceive nor ears ever listen

What person cannot enjoy art

Drama music whether he is 

Able to sell anything he can

Sing or whistle the gap between

A child who adds sums and 

Einstein is a matter of degree

Even for Albert there was a time

Before he understood his own

Theories I’ve seen old men 

Pass a basketball they could

Not pass for Lebron but again

They lack only the genes for

Height quickness coordination

A few years of training playing

Show me a wolf who can dribble

And run or a crocodile Faulkner

Could write Bernie Madoff spun

A tale or two you say it’s not

At all the same I agree but each

Wove a story kept people entranced

Granted Madoff’s lies involved

Money where Faulkner’s fictions

Were had for the price of a book

We are of one family so many 

Religions maintain all children

Of the same God then why are

So many of our brothers and sisters

Totally unknown to us did they

Not get an invite to the reunion

Can we get off the hook thinking

We don’t know their address we

Who circumnavigate the skies

World over every hour and a half

All the lands are connected or

Once were and are still if you

Consider the structures under

The sea do Syrian children not

Bleed red like our own whom

Police shoot down in the streets

If we all want peace one would

Think we should stop killing

That alone would reduce the

Need for more ambulances

We could do what almost all

Of us do we can talk stop 

Supplying guns to killers it

Might slow them down to where

Even they might want to talk

For though our lips all make 

Different sounds we all know

That the untranslated babble

Means we want peace for our

Selves and our children we 

Want to live in dignity









c. J.S.Manista, 2015

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