What I know of bigotry
deserves to be rebuffed.
We will repeat our history
until the fear is crushed.
But all I see is poetry
and all I hear is song.
Yet it is not my destiny
to simply go along.
Join me in a song of hope
and listen to the rhyme.
Help us find a way to cope.
We're running out of time.
We possess a simple choice,
but do we have the will,
with unity to end the hate
that urges us to kill?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An optimistic noteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!