These people are beautiful: these people are ugly ones too.
These people are purple, blue, orange: these people are black, white, and color.
These people cry, these people smile, these people live.
These people are horrible, terrible, and terrific.
These people are large, these people are small: these people are no size.
These people are killers: of chickens....... Most cut down flowers, but some grow them.
These people lie, these people say the truth, I'm I right?
These people stink perfumes of good deeds...., think twice.
Sometime back, today and tomorrow, those are people.
Kissed you, harmed you, what did you expect? Those are people.
Walked on you, walked with you-wholesomely, those are people.
In your face, behind your back? Sorry about that, those are people.
Fought by you, fought you up, always expect that, those are people.
Nothing from this poem? Nothing from that too? So, it's something else,
at least you now know.
-GRA POEMS
