Are we Human After All?

Are we Human After All The silver sword slit through my throat and in a moment, casts it's vote. All color bleeding from my world my mind turned gray and became twirled. The near last thought that came to me... "Who killed my creativity?" I failed, and watched the red stain grow And wondered, now, where do I go? Those wholoved had made a choice to try and save my dying voice. They attended me with greatest care. They saved my voice while I was there. I lie here still, in woundrous thought remembering what I've been taught. And though humanity stands tall "Some", don't seem human after all. IlaMae "Ike" Stucki (c) 12/14/11