Become Part Of A Whole Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sexism or colour has an ever-widening war-front
Is it sexist to be chivalrous?
Opening a door or politely giving up your seat.
Is it conceited, to be genial or polite?
Or charmingly forthright; when is it right to kiss.

Is it an affront-to-kiss on a first date?
Who are we stereotyping striking a blow?
For freedom and against tyranny,
It seems there are more and more fractions
And no one stands for the whole.

At work, I'm transferred because I'm white
To a place mostly black African,
So there isn't too much cultural disparity
I don't complain, but just the same,
Is it right, is it fair?

Equal rights should they-not-be for all
... Gender or colour equal-for-all no different.

Fractions fighting fractions is a way to remaining small,
Let us stand together under one ministry,
Live fighting combatant in arms for one and all
And like a jigsaw piece, become part of a whole.