When ebony and ivory.
Are treated with equality.
Then they can work in harmony.
Producing tuneful melody.
Each one alone is limited.
Because it is inhibited
By mistaken racial views
Which prove to be of little use.
The world is not just black and white
And even they aren't opposite.
There are so many shades between
Which add their colour to the scene.
I recognise all men as kin
Despite the colour of their skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I used to show a gruesome medical emergency film when training guys in battlefield medicine. It showed a soldier having the skin debrided from his back due to napalm burns. It was only later that it became obvious that the soldier was negro. We are all the same colour underneath.