We are different coloured children,
Only due to pigmentation.
Red and yellow, black and white.
We are all precious in everyone's sight.
People are different yet the same.
Don't ever call them names.
Talk to them, smile at them,
And always help them, too.
Your parents' love for you is boundless.
Their care for you is matchless.
They love you just the way you are.
No matter who or what you are.
Everyone is a beautiful creation.
Wonderfully made with reason.
Be happy for who you are.
And be thankful for what you have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem