Like Them We Are Just Mere Mortals Poem by Francis Duggan

Through our circumstance of birth and Nationality we may feel of superior kind
But the good and bad in other races in our travels we will find
We may look on some to us as inferior see them as weeds amongst the flowers
But to us they must be equal since their blood flows red like ours.

Yes their blood flows red like our blood proof of that you do not need
And like them we are only mortal and when we cut ourselves we bleed
To them we are only equal though you do not see it that way
We are born out of woman and for each of us a final day.

Like them we are just mere mortals nothing less or nothing more
And that is only stating something that has often been said before
The greats of human history were mortals like you and I
We all are born out of woman and we all are born to die.

We may feel that we are special and our own praises we may sing
But our circumstances of birth and Nationality really does not prove a thing
Their blood is red like our blood and that applies to all
And like them to the Reaper's scythe one day we too must fall.