Why is it that flowers are different from each other
And arouses no questionings from anyone?
See the roses in my garden
No one looks like each other
Yet,
Each one’s magnificent uniqueness is celebrated
By all those who come to admire them!
When it is accepted that flowers have to be different
Why is it then not acceptable
To have humans who differ from each other?
Choices have been laid out to us all
How we live our lives
Is not up to us to weigh
Nor is it up to our peers
Nor does it become the task of our enemies
Rather,
Each one shall meet with his own final dusk
To greet with what is much speculated
But which has still not been proved!
Choices have been laid out to us all
Of course,
It is up to me to choose wisely
It is up to me to harm none
To kill none
To steal not
And to lie not
But it is also up to me
To love,
The way I wish to,
As in the very end,
I am free
And freedom implies
I have to be respected as a human being
As such is how the higher powers made me!
And when I shall get the respect I deserve
I shall honor you
As to cause you to be wonderstruck
By the purity which fills up my heart!
Flowers are free to be as they are
Whether they remain frail
Or they choose to be sturdy
When faced with gales!
Flowers keep being cheerful
Regardless of what happens to their peers
So,
Pray,
It is up to us, to engrave in our minds,
If we do wish to make of this world
Humanity’s haven
That we are to keep ourselves focused on ourselves
That we are to judge not
That we are to live
And let live
Since, in the very end,
We remain humans, limited in means
And abilities,
Bounded by the rule of Death
And that we are to act as such!