The job of a human is be alive,
to be happy, to be sad, to be breathing,
expirience, and exist.
The job of a human is to be swell,
to make each other feel
amazing, and terrible.
The job of a human is to commit crimes,
solve them, arrest each other,
resist each other, and fight.
The job of a human is to look pretty,
look ugly, look alright,
look young, and look old.
The job of a human is to be wanted,
To be everything and nothing.
The job of a human is to be black,
white, and everything in between.
The job of a human is to be persecuted,
allowed, and smuggled,
hated and loved.
The job of a human is to
stand. Tall. Strong.
To never give up when down.
To kill each other.
To be killed. To be sold. To be bought.
To work, to work, to work.
The job of a human is to treat
every day as if it could be the last.
The job of a human is to live, then die.
I love this, it captures the essence of being a human. I hope this is in your anthology!
ReplyDeleteThanks, but no it's not in my anthology, it doesn't fit in with the rest of my anthology. My poems are about the change in a character I made up, and I felt like this one really isn't personal enough for him.
ReplyDeleteAnd it doesn't really go with the tone, I couldn't find anywhere to fit it in.
ReplyDeletewonderful! There may be room for it yet, in the culminating activity...which i haven't announced yet...hehehehe
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