People Of Pernambuco Poem by Kim Barney

The people here are beautiful,
and I mean each and every one.
Each one of them a child of God,
here a daughter, and there a son.

Some of them know just who they are
with their celestial ties and yet
for some the veil is still in place,
that veil which caused them to forget.

Some are black and some are white,
and so many are in between.
Not one is wrong and all are right;
you know exactly what I mean.

They are like people everywhere:
some short, some tall, some fat, some thin.
It does not matter how they look;
what only matters is within.