Questions

Doth I not stand,

Upon my own two feet?

Strong like a lioness,

Kinder than thee?

My heart doth never yield,

To the liars that try fool me.

They steep themselves,

In the filth of their guilt.

Doth I not bleed,

Like our Mundo?

Our Nature?

Our Mother Earth?

Doth I not feel?

Laugh?

Hate?

Love?

Cry?

Aren't I not human also?

Am I so different,

From the human race?

Doth I naught bleed,

The same red blood?

Do you honestly think,

That I bleed blue?

Behind my endless questions,

Is there any philosophical sense?

Is anything I say,

More than just words?

Do they mean a single thing?

Or are these words......

My words.......

Just Questions?