Does his reinforced concrete framework
that provides the firmness he needs
explain what he actually means?
What makes up a human being?
Can emotions that ooze from his soul
apprise us what he actually is?
Do feelings define his personality?
What makes up a human being?
Can the redness inside his vein
in some way provide detail?
Could he be explained by his face?
What makes up a human being?
Is the skin that is meant to rot
an essential part of his plot?
Does his story lie in that dust?
What makes up a human being?
What he does and what he says
might be what his nature spells
But what does he actually mean?
What makes up a human being?
By what he consumes we decide
The appropriate base of his life
But they all are not white as rice
What makes up a human being?
By the blackness on top of his head
We deduce his heart's intent
But now more than black we have seen
What makes up a human being?
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