One Hundred And Twenty Percent...

Poem By Usman Hanif

We're the folks
Proud to be hundred percent humane
Bragging our own selves
boasting upon our own heads

we rejoice our achievement
but ignore...
that maybe a complete human is;
a 'hundred and twenty percent human'...

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