Black, white, mix, albino, women, men, young, old, homosexual, heterosexual, rich, poor, it doesn't matter we fight,
Until are chains are tight,
And it ain't right.
On the inside we are the same,
But we act so untame.
We abuse animals and childrens,
And they call them crazy, when they act out and it makes me so angry it feels like the room is turning.
It is time to stop being silent it's time for us to speak our mind and say somethings,
And people get at me when I say the truth and my words sting.
We need to stop hurting people with stones,
We are all connected someway or another like feet are connected to toes.
No one has the right to hurt or judge anyone,
Because nobody is the perfect one,
And because no one is the holy one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem