ANIAMMA
JOSEPH
HUMAN RACE
We are born human
Made of the same
stuff
As I grew up, I joined
a race
What began as a
slow pace,
Gathered momentum
Till it reached
the final gallop
Blinded, I didn’t
see left or right
Running the
fastest race I could
In between, buzzed
in my ear
“Where’s your
brother?”
“Am I my brother’s
keeper”,
Irksome came my
retort.
Again the undertone
“Somebody near you
is falling.”
“So what?” ire
mounting up
I took another
leap.
“Someone far away
is too weak to join the race.”
“Damn it! Why
should I care? I’ve wasted my time,”
Muttering,
frantically I ran.
Panting I reached
the point of finish
No one on ground
Walls were closing
on me
I could see only
the bare ground
Alone I stood in
the vast arena!
Couldn’t relish
the victory
A sudden emptiness
engulfed me
Hollowness of the race
The mad race
Of the Black,
White, or Brown—
Different, but of
the same genus
We are born human
Made of the same
stuff
The human race
To run the race
together.
ANIAMMA JOSEPH
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