Intellect Questioning Humanity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently writing in spaces of time, listening to an innate
intellect questioning humanity and the life it's living.

What is the essential purpose of every individual on earth,
does everyone have the same one or are they differentiated
according to Divine intervention?

Why doesn't everyone accept the inevitable moments of life
the same way, why do people believe in different religions
if there's only one God?

Why does humanity make up inane rules and then say that
they are from God - there are so many idiosyncrasies in
this earthly life.

Diverse personalities, ideas and thoughts, but they are
usually not addressed, like issues of racism, intolerance,
and prejudice.

Yet we all hold opinions and ideas of other people based
on our own experiences, situations and circumstances and
by the way we've been treated in life.

Why is this I wonder aloud here in this silent little poem.