We Humans, in our roots are taking pride
And tell how own country is best at this or that
Or how my family was great
For whole neighborhood, village, or city.
At school, we are taught how other people
wanted our land
and how our ancestors, to keep it
with heroism fought back.
Are taught the colors of our flag
And own national anthem have to sing
Or listen from time to time.
And so, most humans, in family, land,
And country are taking pride.
I don't say it's not right,
But sigh, we truly are
So much, much more
If only we'd be taught
From early time
How from our head to the toes,
Entire body works
And how our feet connect to land
And how the air connects with our lungs
and water in the body with the clouds
Will find then, learn, how precious is each life
We'll learn to love and take great pride
In the roots of oneblade of grass
That everywhere will grow the same
Not caring of a land's name, or an anthem
All blades of grasses are babies
of our Earth, the Sun, and Clouds.
And just the same, we, humans, are.
Absolutely fabulous poem! The true picture of what it is to be human and, let me quote you, " How precious life is" . A poem all should read and feel to know what being human really is. With respect for every being and every blade of grass. We are all one, poets don't need guns. And here dear Elena, you have created a masterpiece of Nature's beauty and human brotherhood all in one and as one World.Even if it never happens, your poem has made us visualize and feel the truth.
Thank you so much dear Sandra! Indeed the poets need no guns nor flags, as they may hold inside their hearts this magic infinite land cultivated with love, a world free to be shared with every soul in need. Big love
It would be so nice if we all teach our children that not the warriors are the heroes, but the ones who truly cared, the wise ones, the poets : ) ...
The title is apt. This poem is, as poet C Faustino has said, 'a cry for oneness! 'Will find then, learn, how precious is each life We'll learn to love and take great pride In the roots of oneblade of grass That everywhere will grow the same Not caring of a land's name, or an anthem' - thanks for these wonderful thoughts on universal fraternity.
A cry for oneness, a world without borders, each life as precious as one blade of grass. Great write.10+
such a nice write, Elena. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree. We are taught most things that are not important to be a human. A great poem dear. Thank you so much.
Thank you so much dear Jane, yes, very true; who could know, I wonder if maybe we are meant to find our human path through sufferings? Love and smiles