Being Human (a poem)

Today, I began to think about personhood:

What it means to be as a human being should.

There is so much to do, and so much cannot be undone,

But the kind human heart is like an immortal sun.

To be oneself is to be human, without regard for lies.

Out there is a surreal world, marked by opinions and eyes.

The social hierarchy breeds a sense of dislocation,

While individuality is terrorized by overpopulation.

My heart prays to Nature and the restoration of all things,

“O, how immutable is the universe when it sings.”

Humanity wants to break free from its cage,

And the only way out is to channel our rage.

Let the pain become a source of light,

And may humanity finally win the good fight.