Humans Remain

If you take away sorrows, sadnesses, and pains;
  then all you'll have left are just human remains.
Just humans remain as the bane of insanity;
 plausibly, because of their prayers for humanity.

 So, my humanity seeks to speak out without stressing,
  and most of this poem shows a semantic addressing
 of what you can now come to terms with because
 of your wondrous, thundering claps of applause.

Claps of applause cause a pause as you listen
to both left and right. Hands unite in their mission
of sound, as it resounds both crisply and clearly
to those, I suppose, are near enough to hear me.