When saline flows from thy orbs.
The pains of life's emotion, absorbs.
Beaten and bloodied in causes unjust.
Oppressed, enslaved, degradation in dust.
When life's illusion no longer dwells.
Or passion swims to heart's love wells.
When years of toil has scored the face.
Or trails behind in humanities race.
When the soul is torn at funeral dance.
Or the riches of man, won by chance.
Of those who walk, one step in time.
Or driven around in wealth, sublime.
Whom the inherited stand to claim?
Is poverty the rule or famous name?
Those incarnate, walking prisons hall.
The saints of man, plaques on the wall.
Look around to those worth seeing.
When to notice the human being?
Are tears the only clue, when shed?
Or when the human body is dead?
Are they the heroes or cowards fleeing?
Can one choose who is a human being?
To those young, what we say and teach.
What height, destroyed, we might reach?