Strangers. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
Some are black and some are white,
Others are in between.
There are red and yellow, dark and light,
Many we have never seen.
From all five continents they gather here,
With speech as strange as can be.
Their habits and customs, to us seem queer,
But are they so different, to you and me.
Forget for a while, hide your fears,
For they to belong to the human race.
Give a big smile, shed no tears,
Bid them welcome to your place.
Some are heathen, some religious,
Others with no beliefs at all.
There are the lazy and the prodigious,
Some we don't like as I recall.
Say it loud, say it clear,
That stranger could have been me.
Born in a land cherished and dear,
At least I was born to be free.
In other lands so far or near,
These strangers were also at Home.
Forced to leave by deadly fear,
Outcasts this world to roam.
Once more fellow man, show love and care,
Let welcome be your guide.
That that stranger to you, may also share,
The blessing that are your pride.
Perhaps you yourself in some distant land,
If this my poem comes true.
Will be welcomed with a love so grand,
That friendships will blossom anew.
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