Humanity's Hands
I always wondered what being a human meant.
Does being a human mean being a part of everyone else?
Do you have to be normal and fit in?
How is it that humans are different from everything else?
Why do humans outcast anything different in even appearance?
Is it wrong not to be one of them?
Can humans live without being judges for once?
Why do humans believe they have the power to label things?
They claim to be insightful but they let fear over take them.
False courage is how they live.
Pitiful words of lies and deceit is how they talk.
Cruel creatures that lend hands to no one.
Hands that build upon lies and lies.
Creating hate and sorrow.