The human condition

Felled by a little ball of steel

Injured by a rectangle of painted red cement

Blood flows, life ebbs 

Bones break, sinews tear

Why oh humans do you not take care?

We all will die one day, why hasten it with cruelty, violence and hate?

Why not take the path of love, gentleness and grace?

Why not take care of your brothers, of your sisters, of your parents, of your children, of complete strangers?

We ARE as precious as gold, even more so, once gone, no one returns 

Here is my plea to humanity, before you shoot, hurl, break, destroy, kill, think, think about the violence you’re wreaking, think about it cannot be undone. 

Any “race” any gender,  any religion, we truly are as one.