Chosen Poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey

Who decided the qualifications, that would be the ones?
Let's offer a few thoughts on process.
Let's say ' We are the Human race' we are as one.
Suddenly, there is a plan from above.

There is one race that we choose.
Well not really a race but a group of you.
We choose them for our reasons, not theirs.
You will be with them everywhere.

They will be the future and the past.
They will, be all of your emotions, your fears.
When you realize, to them, you will, yourself endear.
They will recognize and watch. That is part.

You walk their path, and wonder aloud.
Why were they chosen from the clouds?
You don't know! Nor did you care before now.
It always bugged you. Somehow.

You accepted the possibility.
You sorely wondered about human representation.
How on earth, do we put our best foot forward?
Surely it can't be of only one nation?