In the world today there are many skin types,
If it were up to me there would be no hype,
Black or white, yellow or brown,
You should not look at people with a frown.
We are all the same, the colour of our blood,
You should not throw other races in the mud.
So it really doesn’t matter, the place of our birth,
If we all realise we’re from the same earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem