From the garden we all came
So the great book posits
Still in this wild world
I am African
You are European
He is Chinese
They are Arab
All by colour and culture
But what colours are our souls
Even when the great book still says
Terminally we have
Two places to go
Not by colour or by culture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never a truer piece....