The Myth of Humanity?

All that can be touched
And seen
Renders the verdict
All that cannot be seen
Or touched
Sows mankind's conflict
Stranger upon stranger
Bound by pride
And certainty's cause
In mortal combat
To demonize each other
Reaping evil's laws
No delusion
Or assurance
Can be true
When we hate
And kill
For what either will do
There is no master
Of a man's heart
Other than his own
And in preservation
Of one another
We may atone
For yesterdays end
And tomorrows death
In the face of our present reality
It is all we have
Unless we believe
That the true myth is our humanity

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Deborah Brooks 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Good Evening Suburban Poet. I love these lines

We may atone ..For yesterdays end...And tomorrows death

beautiful poem

voted way up


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time2rite 5 years ago from Navarre, Fl, USA

Ah, our constant struggle against our very humanity...very good piece you've written here!

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Dee aka Nonna 5 years ago

I haven't read any of your poems in a while. I had forgotten how, very much, I enjoy them. Voted up and beautiful.

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank all of you for commenting. I get frustrated that all unknowns are discounted to zero and our knowns seem to become conscious reality.

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