Human

by SpaceWalker, Libra - Not entered

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&lt;TITLE>This morning I awoke an adult&lt;/TITLE>

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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT SIZE=5 FACE="Script-Roundhand">AM I<BR>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">This morning I awoke an
adult&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">As I looked about&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I saw the dead&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I saw the dying<BR>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I said to myself&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">What is this&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">Why is this&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">How did this happen and&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">How can it be<BR>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">My mind replied to me&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I believe it happened in
my youth&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">A time without thinking
or feeling&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">A time without compassion
or faith&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">A time when I may say&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I knew no better&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">A time when I know&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I very well did know better
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I studied myself and I found
greed&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I discovered vanity&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I discovered lack of faith
in my Lord&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I discovered deceit in my
religion&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I discovered I could kill&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">Kill with the most feeble-minded&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">The most insane of excuses&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I could kill over the choice
of a word&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I discovered arrogance before
God<BR>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I see that the word human
means &lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">To be of value and worth
and above the animal&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I am mankind&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">I wonder with what conceit
I considered myself&lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT FACE="Script-Roundhand">To be something known as
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&lt;CENTER>&lt;FONT SIZE=5 FACE="Script-Roundhand">HUMAN&lt;/FONT>&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Script-Roundhand">
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                                  SpaceWalker &lt;/FONT>&lt;/CENTER>
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Reason for writing:

    
I wrote this right after the Israelis and Palastiniens strarted killing each other over a tunnel.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-11-18 17:23:03
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:06
Poem ID: 46066

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