What Do You Believe? Poem by Meda Martha

Belief the core of all differences on earth,
The world will never be one,
Every person is a world of their own,
What do you believe?

Is there one thing we can call wrong?
And another to call right?
Whether right or wrong,
The judge is the viewer's taste.
Do you believe honey is sweet,
Either do you believe lemon is sour,
Or is pepper hot?
The judge is the viewer's taste,

One man's meat is another's poison,
Another's delight is another's fright,
One's happiness can be another's sadness,
What you may cry and mourn over,
May make me rejoice over it,
So, who is the distinction?
My belief, your belief,
They'll never be carried in one basket-
That's why.
The world will never be one,
Every person is a world of their own.