Humanity Poem by James McLain

From the dawn of the beginning, the ordinary
When now to many as one race, to count as one.
Destiny was then as Fate and our death's
To few were friends.

A longer blade a knife your son, remembered
From the dreams of those that would.
A coward under fire can't take the life of one
Who could.

Control of human beings means less control,
Condemned to serve a human not themselves.
I burn to know before I leave and other's die
That useless death to give what they can't give.

And what of hell?
Impaled upon the beast it's seven horns,
And of hell it sways them not, what does it say
About their only God?

In a land of law's that do not work, to keep
Each human down,
Who sacrifice their children's fate, who lay it
On the people,
Who are tired and weak to know what Judge's don't.

Stoney eyed,
U.S. human beings are forced to sit and wait.
In a bar to open late,
When the future it is said our fate, when every
Baby born will know it's future not it's fate.



Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017