Poetry: Our Human Race


For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my my searching days


Look at all the signs

and all of the lights,

as days grow tired

and turn into nights.

Out come the people

who work in the day,

acquiring possessions,

having to pay.

The money goes round,

out of our hands,

just like life

that is leaving our lands.

So, we move into the crowd,

a life that is hectic,

and often too loud.

Living in struggles

all after dollars,

the pushing, the yelling,

and all of the hollers.

We’re growing cold,

cold as can be,

so as I say this,

I’ll mention my plea:

Life can’t go on with this fast a pace,

for death is near to our human race,

if we don’t help each other,

there is just no way,

that we will see night turn into day.


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