Being Human part 35

Being Human part 35

Certainly I am certain that definitely I am human,
For humans are normally 
And naturally
Considered a person
When persons of man betray their souls behind curtains,
But definitely I am human and unfortunately I am human,
I have been human and amicably I am a truant,
A poetic serenade that serenades through echoes of the prudent,
A duet, for commoners become conscious minded like students
Of a sacred lesson, abducted, yet rejected ones in shanty towns resided
Their daily lives with hopeful eyes to the hand of the cruel
When the little they gathered would suddenly disappear
In pockets of the few hands of their master, for truants
Are usually regarded forsaken
Beings in patterns of their own kind like humans,
Certainly I am certain that definitely I am human,

Actually I was seven when servants

Surround their masters to begin their long walk to freedom,

And freedom 

Is attained by will-power when misty days of their struggle

Faded in thunder balls like states of matter. 

Ancestral instincts had frowned

In heavens drowned when servants 

Crowned their persons 

From the battle field as though war had finally settled

And buried under cold winter feet in days of windy dusty

Skies before eyes of a human,

For swallows would soon soar when bird calls of eagles had sadly

Returned with empty hands from the wilderness, 

But definitely I am human and unfortunately I am human,
I was alone in the wilderness of thought to provoke my human

Being, my conscience; for conscious ones promote social values

And customs with a notion of peace and comfort 

In the heart of a human soul. I was eleven

When I lost my strength

To the teeth of a stranger. A paw of a lion

And tiger. The power of life between the after shadow, the statutes

In the law of nature. I died before the day I would die, gratitude

Is my only friend when days conceive their strange essence,

And strangers tend to be human like humans...

And traitors bend the rules for dictators and navigators

Of the new world order, yet they often betray their human 

Other when seasons fall on their shoulder. I was kind but cruel

To be the human I perceived but envied the inner man

Beneath these bones of my skin.

Certainly I am certain that definitely I am human,

And I believe (that) the price of peace is just as dreams of a poor person,

An orphan, deserted in desert winds like birds

Flying away with broken wings. It is unfortunate

To forget the unknown, the sad realities when joy surrounds

The heart of a loner, for life is just as clouded as human,

An extraordinary human that which no scale would measure

But seeking knowledge.

Definitely I am certain that unfortunately I am human.

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema
The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality and Mental Inspiration poetry
2017. 

Being Human is a series of poems but characters of a human in its complex nature. The poetic word play implies a broad thinking reader; the reader that speak as they read through each line but inside their heart where greatness of the mind takes precedence. It holds no measure to be human. And tragedies test our nature; human nature, as so would good. We are just human. And being human is what you become as a human being. 

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