Esperanza Impossible Sonnet 1

Earth is but a bedlam,
All the beings are loonies.
We are so engrossed in prejudice,
Integration feels like blasphemy.
We still cannot live side by side,
We want it all for ourselves.
We won’t even move a single inch,
When it comes to our opinion and ways.
Selfishness, thy name is Sapiens,
Upon its norm we philosophize kindness.
We invented fancy terms like altruism,
Lest we’re infected with common humanness.
Humanity is too alive to be bound by ism.
Dead things can be dogmatized, not expansion.