Humankind
Are we a humankind
Or something kinda human?
Is it human to feel strange
Or just some personal confusion?
Are we the culmination
Of some kind of evolution?
Is there kindness left at all
For all the transient mutations?
Are the humans kind
Or does no one really know them?
Is it stranger not to find
That you’re a phony homosapien?
Do you ever get the notion
That we are no true relation?
Are there any humans here
Or just some distant generation?
May Day Poetry Feature: Humankind
It’s time for another poetry feature! It’s been a while since the last time we did one of these, so we’d like to start by drawing some attention to the work done in previous years. We always have wonderful and thought-provoking submissions, so consider taking some time to look through the existing catalogue, which can...

