Humans (a poem)

Humans, 
     no matter
     color of skin;
     native language;
     nation of birth;
are never illegal. 

Humans,
     no matter
     degrees conferred; 
     positions held;
     titles earned;
are never "so called".

Humans,
     no matter
     what someone says;
     words that are used;
     sticks nor stones;
are never less than.

  — bshivers 

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