This is written based on Living Poetry word prompt – Race, machine, epigraph
The human race are not machines.
Grease and grime don’t feed us.
Electricity or coal don’t power us.
Carriage or container don’t move us.
We are flesh and blood bear sins.
There was epigraph written long before our birth.
We are of love, power and sound minds.
This is lovely Cassa and so very true. 🦋❤️🤗
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Just loving the last lines of this poem! How poetically and soulfully true. 🙂
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I love your creative contrasts between the inanimate and ‘real’ life ..
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Wonderful. 💜
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“I think, therefore I am” – René Descartes. You are in excellent company, Cassa.
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👫👭🧑🤝🧑👬👯
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Beautifully and well said. Bravo!
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I love this Cassa!! So true!
Blessings!
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Blessings to you Ana!
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But are they all “sound minds”?
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Unlikely
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