The Human Race
A blank white canvas
Said and done
Left for us to create
Much fun
To role out hills
Of greens and browns
And hang up stars
Of yellow crowns
We would make
The perfect place
Where all could roam
Free and safe
From what we’ve now
Established as home
A land of fear and
Cruel unknown
Where fun and games
Clash death and doom
Hence all eternal pain
Will loom
Over our heads
As shadowy graves
Reminding us how we behave
Against what’s right
And named our wrongs
So for
However long
We choose to run
The race of one
Our existence
Remains the same
The fate of all
Bound tight in
Man-made chains.