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.