What good does it do,
To profile each other?
Our roots are the same,
Our blood the same color.
Shade of our skin changed,
By travel north or south,
Genetics from the sun,
Once the migration was done.
It's a simple explanation,
Distrust of one another,
Villages turned to nations,
Separating one from another.
Everything is too big now,
The Death Machine's humungus,
But good air, sweet water, and original soil,
Will stop the killing among us.
A beautiful lyrical creation, intended to convey message of unity, fraternity and brotherhood.
Thanks for this poem about divisiveness. Well done.
I was really taken with this thoughtful piece..a wonderful message expressed in a meaningful way..thank you so much for sharing this with us. Lodigiana x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully crafted creation intended to convey message of unity, brotherhood, fraternity and peace. I like the way of your presentation and theme that you have chosen. Hats off for sharing such an inspirational creation.