He has two legs and so have I
He has two hands just as I have
Two eyes, two ears, one nose-
He has all that I have.
He weeps just as I do
He laughs the way I laugh
The feelings of love, hate and fear
His envies and worries are the same.
It is his mouth that eats
It is his tongue that speaks
It is his nose that smells
It is his skin that feels.
He sweats and bleeds like I do
The redness of his blood is the same,
Then what makes me go for his blood
What brutally separates him from me ?