Why should we suffer from a racial point of view?
Sure we are different, me and you.
But why is there such a separation,
I think it’s just a case of severe exaggeration.
But why should the colour or race,
Discriminate the persons face.
I am finding this hard to appreciate,
That the world I live in has so much petty crime & hate.
So why do these silly people feel,
That we can’t make a satisfactory deal.
I am so angered by this you see,
That people say we are different, you and me.
So why can’t we hold hands and sing a song,
I still don’t understand why we all can’t get along.
But I know, from the bottom of my heart,
That there will never be an end, an end to the start.
(From A Good Friend Thomas Boyce)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem