people of color, sisters and brothers,
wash your hands cant lose the stain.
dont understand, another land,
their heart beats just the same!
we cannot live, 'less we forgive,
see our dreams in each others eyes.
let go of greed, fill the need,
let your prejudices die!
my religion is compassion.
swords to plowshares slowly fashioned.
we can be what we imagine...
unconditional, true passion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another version but the intensity of the beauty still great like the first one...Beautiful mind write a white words in my mind always...sparkling like stars to be bright even without night! _Unwritten Soul