Remember how we were best friends when we were kids?
We slept over each others’ house, we were two pea in a pod when were kids.
You were my brother and I yours when we were kids.
But now that has all changed we don’t go near one another’s house.
And that pea pod has rotten.
Now as for brothers these days were not even distant cousins.
We were once best friends now we treat each other like enemies all because of the color of our skin.
I miss you as a friend and that is why I wish color did not matter like when we were kids.
Mankind is created equal, colors are for the rainbows and never a parameter for human relations.Thanks for sharing, a 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree with brato....a 10 4m me too