Blackout - Poem by Florida Angel
What color is your skin, asks a man to the other
What size is your pen, asks the other
How much of a brain do you still have left?
One Alone, Competing against Others,
Eagerness to Prove the Best to Be.
Still, if is there any sense left to make,
Yes, we make Mistakes as Human Beings,
Still the Earth is Ours and for that in Peace we should Be.
So many wonderful things around the World...
So great to be able to communicate freely...
Why can't we just hold hands and walk together?
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