Verse

Analogous

I know you, don't I, nomad,
You do get sad, you do get mad,
What difference can I see,
Which differentiates you and me,

Cognate are we beings, as we blind to perceive blessings,
Disagreeing every aspect of agreeing, thus no insight in sight,
Besides be sighted killing the innocent for an innocent,
Where in reality it is of a killer for a killer,

Condemning others for a justification you seek,
That's as primitive as humans we see,
As we all are bad, we ought to be good,
It is by being good we be good,

You have no right to judge me now, it seems,
No right I'd say, blaming others for the sadness you are,
so with what you have right now, you may pass,
deep inside you may find solace alas,

We are the same person, choosing what is right,
uniqueness which doesn't end up in a common end,
I say this that we are, the same much of muchness,
though it is that we haven't met,

As we humans are, still the same in nature.
As I moment expire, say to you the very question,
"Have you seen white bones in the grave,
It's the final proof screaming we're just the same."