Until we forget old prejudices,
we will not evolve.
Until we stop hating,
nothing will be solved.
I see everyday the ignorance
that surrounds our nations.
We are not a colour, a religion, a size
or a sexual inclination.
People are still living in the past,
carrying their burdens and making them last.
Passing their ignorance to the next generation.
The hatred continues down the ancestral formation.
We are spirits surrounded by skin.
We come from the same energy,
our souls shining within.
If we could only look and see each others true selves,
instead of what we believe to be real,
Life would be much easier for us to deal.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem