Not for Sale

Someone gave me this poem today that beautifully illustrates why we're here:

Stop the Traffic.

I am a person

not a potato to be picked and packaged

and sent to market

to be sliced and diced

chopped up and ketchupped

on the other side of the world.

I am human and I am not for sale.

I am a living conscience, not a cargo.

I travel passenger not freight.

I am not cattle

not contraband,

not a catalogued commodity.

I’m not the bottom line

for those who trade in tragedy

and profit from perversity.

I am not a can to be recycled.

I am human and I am not for sale.

I am a thinking individual, not a rare exotic bird.

I am your sister, not an inmate for your zoo.

I am not merchandise,

not meat,

not a meal ticket.

I was mothered,

not manufactured,

begotten, not created.

I am human and I am not for sale.

Its time to end this trade

in human tragedy,

to terminate this travesty

of a global economy.

Let the red lights

of your cities

be put to better use

to stop the traffic.

Write it in lights across your seared conscience:

I am human and I am not for sale.

-Gerard Kelly

And even more importantly human in the image of our Creator!