the heart of humanity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

by Michael Baroto 

We are gathered 
from scraps 
All of us 
Torn pieces, 
And worn, 
Some broken, 
And new. 
All sizes 
and shapes, 
We fit 
through trial 
and error. 
Cut, withered 
and sewn 
by delicate hands. 
Unable to see 
We are blind 
and forgotten 
Made of compromise 
And hope. 
We are beauty 
And greater wisdom. 
We are 
the heart of humanity. 
United as one, 
And foretold— 
No one goes 
Nothing goes 
Out of ignorance 
And hatred, 
The Powerful 
One sliver 
At a time.

Submitted: October 22, 2020

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Steven P. Pody

Wuz mega liking your poem until the end. Probably through no fault of the poem, I found "The Powerful" in the last few lines to be obtuse and perhaps to stray from subject. Who are they? Is this an 'e pluribus unum' thang? ...As in we are stronger together (and then die). Dunno. Perhaps if it were "The Powerful within us" I'd clue in better. Anyway, no insult intended, and thanks for sharing.

Thu, October 22nd, 2020 11:22pm

Prince EL

@Steven P. PODY: I read "the powerful" as the one(s) among us who are ignorant of their strengths, thus allowing anger and hatred to kill them slowly. That's pretty relevant and it coheres quite profoundly well with the rest of the poem. That's just my take on it. To the author of the poem, good job! :)

Fri, October 23rd, 2020 10:55pm

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