WE ARE PEOPLE

What forges us as a race?
What defines us?
Is it because we paint beauty
with inked words,
or waves of oil colors?
Or is that we as a race,
sin and later live within
downward regret?

Does that define us?

If not so is it us being sentient?
Have we all not felt cotton love,
fanged hate, sinking sorrow,
or craving lust?

Does that define us?

If not that are we a people whom
weather a storm that is metallic silver
and burnt black as brass?
Then afterwards we hope for a crescent sky
and a calming breeze?

Does that define us?

Even if this is not so,
what of religion?
Have we all praised, denied,
or shrugged at the existence
of an all powerful being?

Does that define us?

No answer truly fills the void
of this question.
For we are a people of
multiple ways and actions.
We are humans, thinking
and a ever shifting race.
For there is much that
define our ways.