Over time, “human”
became a synonym for “flawed,”
a synonym for “weak,”
and a synonym for “cruel.”
Over time, humanity
became an excuse
to waive wrongdoings--
"I am only human,"
one will plea,
and all will will let it slide,
averting omissive gazes.
In itself, this bluntly reveals
our negative disposition.
Why, over time, was "human"
never joyfully juxtaposed
with words of positive connotations?
"Human" could have been
a synonym for “warrior,”
a synonym for “progress,”
a synonym for “sundry.”
It could have been a word
to serve as a reminder that life
is not a case of zero-sum warfare.
Easily, that exhaustively layered
combination of letters
could have instilled genuine
and widespread altruism.
It could have been a soft,
bright golden sound
to intertwine hands to
as we smile remorselessly.
Had we not associated our very being
with barbarism, failure, and misgivings abound;
and if, upon ill deeds committed,
perpetrators blamed personal fault
without tacking their crime
to our very own nature;
and if we often celebrated
the unlikeliness of our existence
and reveled in the endless possible perceptions;
perhaps, this way, fewer would have become
everything we have made the word “human” out to be.
Perhaps we would not each feel somehow impaired,
or suffer each day, or despise mere existence.
Imagine, instead of using evolutionary excuses,
if we cried out with joy:
"Yes, I am human, but i am not only.”