Line in a stanza and let it be

What will your line be?

What of me, what of this life of the questions recurring in our minds

Of the endless droves of the lost and the foolish

What good are these jesters of life?

Question…what am I?

Answer…You exist

In that what would you do with it?

Would you be of female and presume superiority?

Would you be right and never wrong always proving so?

Would you see yourself above all with your colors?

Be all knowing and your god powerful?

Would you be rich and therefore better?

What would you be?

Until equality reign true for all, we shall only put words to a stanza and leave it be

And again write a line in a stanza and let it be

Question…what line shall you put to the stanza and let it be?

Answer...Yours