Delle Chatman~
Human,
For all your struggles
For all the man-made miracles that have turned your sky a dead-green
Oh, human, where is peace?
Where are the answers to lifetimes of questions?
Where an end to this eternity of need?
Where is quiet?
Where is joy?
Even a best friend?
Where’s mother?
Where’s father?
A simple touch?
Where is the freedom you murder and die for?
Where is your spirit of brotherly, sisterly love?
Human,
The word is Life
Life as you dream of living it
Life as babies feel it
As birds live it
That is the truth
Think fast, human
What are birds?
What are babies?
What is truth?