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What’s with this Human Race

How they can Hate themselves so;

Standing side by side

Depending on each other;

Striving as one to kill another

When we get Home,

We won’t associate with each other;

One is black the other another Color.
”Thanks for the helping hand,

and helping me stay alive;

But I just can’t deal with your brotherly lies.”

We are brothers

Well,

What color is your blood?

Mine is red.

Why must we wage this war against each other?

Neither can do a thing about our color.

 

SENSELESS   WAR

II

 

What is it all for?

What purpose is served?

I care,

But they have been conditioned to live without

They are so used to living cold, calculating,

ISO-Alienated Lives;

Until a Community is a Foreign Word,

With a Lost Meaning,

 

I search for a place….

Where people Live as a part of the Human Race.

A place Where the word “People”

Signifies all Human Beings,

And not individual worlds co-existing on the same

Quasi-dimensional plan.

 

In this place, I find Humanoids afraid to love—

For fear of Pain;

And fleeing life for fear of dying.

Yet, I will love these people.

Deep down in my heart, I seek a way to tell them;

I’m Human!

And So are you;

We’re Brothers!

 

SENSELESS WAR:   PART TWO

BY

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 8\12\1974

~ by Sam373's Blog on November 30, 2010.

Posted in Poetry, Relationship
Tags: Dejected, Jazz, Memories, RACISM, Reality, Tragedy