Just People

 People 

Think of people. 

Think of people you’ve heard of.  

Celebrities, actors and authors, 

The religious and the rich, 

The politicians you admire 

And those you think are Satan’s spawn. 

Think of history, 

Of kings and generals, 

Of people tagged so neatly 

With labels of good or bad. 

Think of people you know, 

The crowds clogging your way, 

The bearded man with the cardboard sign, 

The woman who suffers, 

Who you see and think, ‘She must be so strong; 

I could never do that.’ 

I’m starting to learn that people are people. 

We feel, we think, we love, we dream, 

We make friends and we make enemies. 

We make choices, doing what we can with what we are given. 

Really, is there so much difference between you and I? 

We’re all people. 

Just people.