Human Race

No human being, past the thoughtless age of boyhood, will wantonly murder any creature which holds its life by the same tenure that he does.

Thee and thou.

Created somehow.

An undeniable stronghold.

Seemingly holding fool's gold.

It used to be such fun.

Doubt weighing nothing but carrying a ton.

A legion of demons hiding behind the sun.

Wars fought and battles won.

No bullets but carrying a big gun.

What's done is done.

Headwinds.

Separation's questioning sins.

Huffing and puffing.

Blind men bluffing.

Of faith, nary a trace.

Full of God's grace.

Desperately needing to pick up the pace.

I drank water and spit wine to help me win this relentless, human race.

The breeze from life's bastion blew it back in my damned face ...

Author's Note

“It often happens that a man is more humanely related to a cat or dog than to any human being.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Kay]

This sounds like the opening to what's going to be a classic novel. =) Well written, great depth to the message you convey, and nice play on words with the selective rhyming.

[Pete]

thanks for stopping in and joining this race for a bit Kay ... :)

[heith.ash]

I just loved the lines win this rentless human race.
Indeed a human race.
You are really good with words.its beautiful.

[Pete]

seems like everyone's always in a hurry to go nowhere. thank you for taking the time ... :)