Equality

ll are equal, though few know it ...

Every soul
performs its role
the drama clears
though writ in years
an end to tears

Love is for one
when life's undone
for one is all
hid in the call
writ kinda small

No peace in arms
held out for charms
but in heart's depth
is held our breath
even to death

All heroes died
for love supplied
but most don't thrive
scarcely alive
they failed to give

but love's for all
and none can fall
save bourne again
to end their pain
...why then disdain?