Oh brothers don't you let your sisters down
and respect your mothers crown
Oh brother just make them people see
you wear the color named humanity
No bombs were ever painted black
no rocket ever painted white
no gray cloud ever may
stop the sun from coming back
where people are polite
their weapons wear no hue
for hatred is like dynamite
to keep us from what's true
unchain your hearts and let's unite
brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers too.
Madrason 07062015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem