I wonder if prejudice governed nature...
how soon before all the roses would be red?
Before all rivers looked the same
and flowed over identical riverbeds?
Before every tree in the forest
looked like every other tree
And every bird that soars the skies
sang matching melodies.
I imagine Earth's wonderfully diverse landscape
would be totally redefined...
If we allowed prejudice to govern nature...
the way it governs humankind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound thoughts! I love Van Gogh's painting of one white iris among a field of purple ones.