{"id":37,"date":"2018-01-04T19:03:00","date_gmt":"2018-01-04T19:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davidsprojects.us\/writing\/?p=37"},"modified":"2018-01-04T19:03:00","modified_gmt":"2018-01-04T19:03:00","slug":"to-the-humans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/2018\/01\/04\/to-the-humans\/","title":{"rendered":"To The Humans:"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The odds of being alive, in this moment right now<\/p>\n<p>Are slim to none, and I wonder how<\/p>\n<p>We allow vitrole to grow in our hearts<\/p>\n<p>To divide us as people into parts<\/p>\n<p>By race, by religion, by gender<\/p>\n<p>To allow these divisions grow, like a fire with tinder,<\/p>\n<p>Into protests, fights and wars between two of the same<\/p>\n<p>Instead of coming together as one, under one name<\/p>\n<p>I say this to the Humans:<\/p>\n<p>Instead of protesting are divisions, come to protest are decisions<\/p>\n<p>Decisions that will come back to affect our fellow generations<\/p>\n<p>Instead of fighting other, learn to love one another<\/p>\n<p>Love one another, like a sister loves a brother<\/p>\n<p>Instead of waging wars, find your enemy and look at the stars<\/p>\n<p>Look at the stars, realize to the universe we are just memoirs<\/p>\n<p>Memoirs that our children will read, that will be full of despise and hate<\/p>\n<p>Now is the time to ask why, rather than let this time go by<\/p>\n<p>Come together as one before it&#8217;s too late<\/p>\n<p>If we are one as a people:<\/p>\n<p>Tyranny would never stand a chance<\/p>\n<p>Hate would become a nonsensical stance<\/p>\n<p>Fighting would become a unpoetical dance<\/p>\n<p>So I say this to the Humans:<\/p>\n<p>What are we if we don\u2019t have humanity?<\/p>\n<p>Would we lose everything we have to this intense insanity?<\/p>\n<p>We have the same internals, to let externals divide us.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s time to fight, not by words of hate, not by actions of revolt<\/p>\n<p>But instead by actions of charity across all land and words of support for all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The odds of being alive, in this moment right now Are slim to none, and I wonder how We allow vitrole to grow in our hearts To divide us as people into parts By race, by religion, by gender To allow these divisions grow, like a fire with tinder, Into protests, fights and wars between [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidsprojects.us\/writing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}