What makes humans human?
Our fleshy appearance
or the intelligence that we bring?
The blood that we bleed
or the hearts that we feed?
The push for success
or the compassion for others?
The bold steps we've taken
or the figures we've engraved?
Many answers there are to the one burning question.
What makes humans human
is all based on the person chosen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem