Where does Human begin?
Where does Human end?
Where exactly does the monster
Lurk within?
When exactly are we the same?
When are we not?
When are we defined by skin?
When is skin defined as yellow, red, white, black
When is it a canvas? When is it a spot?
When do we see under the skin?
When do we see what lurks within?
When do we see behind the eyes?
That present the truth and tongue the lies?
When do we claim the word "brother"?
And not seek action that means another?
In solitude confess ourselves same martyrs and sinners?
Only to rejoice in our ceremony of losers and winners?
When the right time comes, we will see
Just how we were meant to be
We feel good we sold our merchandise
Of pretty pieces that hid from us the perfect price.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rejoice in ceremony of loser and winner. Thanks. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.