Innocence dies so young,
when guns are brought for show and tell.
Will we recognize heaven,
if we cannot see that war is hell?
We are born innocent,
but hatred of another's skin color
must be taught and driven,
like a stake into the heart.
I do not understand this.
I peel an orange because
I was shown that what lies beneath,
the skin is the sweetest part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What you believe is true. Because we are thinking, believIng creatures we can be turned to light as well as dark. There are some who will peel the orange and eat the skin.