Human? I'd Rather Not.

I'm on the outside looking in
Reaching my arm out to touch
The glass dividing our worlds

They say everyone is created equal
But please
Will somebody tell me, who are "they"?
An imaginary illusion,
Or perhaps faces painted
On fabric canvas, to hang delicately
Above a plaque on a museum wall,
Never to be touched
Or maybe, just maybe,
Could "they" be our leaders?
The ever powerful human beings
Who walk on the face of the planet

As I touch the glass, I bring my head up
And for the first time
I give a long, hard look at the world

How do we dare to call
The "they" mystique group
Humans?
In my opinion, they deserve nothing more
Than a passing glance
For some, leaders is too mild a word
Dictators, who think under their regime
Only he or she is worthy of not sacrificing
And everyone else
Can be tossed about, meddled with, and hurt
"They" won't even think twice.

Now, with my eyes wide open
I don't wonder anymore
About who "they" are.
I know.