Looking around earth, seeing innocent little children,
alive, vibrant and curious about everything that they
see.
Wanting to know answers to their many questions posed
by their little creative intellects, even now growing
substantially into beginnings of adulthood.
Never satisfied with the ordinary, always thinking of
the impossible and functioning on an exacting level
to find out the beauty of discovery and exploration.
Causing, reacting, being affected by everything that
they do in their little spheres of being.
Always learning and maturing, their brains wiping out
prejudice and racism by their one little question, why
must we hate others when we are all created equally on
earth?
Beautiful poem. I have voted it a ten. When I first saw the title, I thought of the old story THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES and how nobody dared say anything until a little child asked why the emperor wasn't wearing any clothes, but your subject is so much more profound and important.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why must we hate others? It is true we are all equal and created by the same nature though different in sizes, shapes etc. good writing..