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The Dream
Last night as I peacefully slept
The strangest of strange dreams I then dreamt
I dreamt that the whole human race,
Had now somehow got the same face.
No more white, nor black, yellow, nor brown,
Now grey as ash were the folk in each town
The eyes were the same, so were ears and nose,
Same mouths, same chins, even the same toes.
Grey haired, grey eyed, and clothed in grey,
They marched in unison as they went on their way.
Was it the Chinese red army all marching fine,
Or robots coming off the assembly line?
Like echoes were their each word and thought
There were no arguments, no one fought.
They nodded their heads and smiled in assent
They all consented there was no dissent.
There was just one race, colour and creed,
From all our differences we were suddenly freed.
There would be no wars and no more fights,
Peace would have a chance to rise to new heights.
No more our differences would add interesting diversity
We were doomed to be cloaked in boring uniformity
We each were once unique, and had something to give,
Now we were all the same was it the way to live?
No more could we from others learn,
And give and enrich them in our turn.
From our individualities we had been stripped bare
We had nothing to give, we had nothing to share.
I woke from my dream and upon it pondered
I sat up and reflected, thought and wondered
Before we each respect all in the human race,
Will the human race have to have the same face.
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Just like You
My hair is a different colour
From yours
and so are
My eyes and skin
My language is full of words,
Strange and unintelligible
To your ears
I turn to God
In worship, in a way
You do not understand
So you say
We are different
That I am,
In no way,
Just like You!
But-
As a child
I played and sang
And tripped about merrily
Without a care in the world
I splashed in rain puddles
And looked for pictures
in the clouds,
And sought comfort
in the warm soft arms
of my mother
Just like YOU!
As I grew up
I dreamt some dreams
Of success
And happiness
and love,
Of an unseen shadowy lover
Who would make my dreams
come true
wrapping me in a cocoon
of love and caring...
Just like YOU!
And then one day
The dreams came true
The shadowy figure
Took on form and shape
wrapping me in a cocoon of
love and caring.
I turned to him with love and trust
Like a flower to the sun
Giving in his care
My most fragile
And secret dreams,
Just like You!
And sometimes,
when he was away
I sighed and yearned
For the warmth
Of his arms.
His sweet words
His caresses.
I watched the clock
And waited by the phone
Or stood in the window
Waiting, watching
A little afraid
A little concerned
With heart beating fast
Just like YOU!
We made a world
Full of love and warmth
And its been Blessed
And adorned with
innocent smiles
and shining eyes
Dirty grubby arms
come fling themselves,
around my neck
A hundred times a day.
And my being is filled
With untold warmth
Just Like YOU!
And at night
As I watch them sleep
Peacefully, securely
Dreaming innocent dreams
A lump comes
to my throat
And a wish
Overwhelms me
With its intensity
To see them
Safe, secure and happy
Always!
Just like YOU!
My hair is a different colour
From yours
and so are
My eyes and skin
My language is full of words
Strange and unintelligible
To your ears
I turn to God
In worship in a way
You do not understand
But will you still say
We are different
That I am
In no way
Just like You!
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Racism
Do you hate me because of the color of my skin?
Are you shunning me because I'm thick and not thin?
You have never liked me because of my brown eyes;
Do my differences make me easy for you to despise?
Only the foolish believe that they are supreme
Yet they're wrapped up in their own little scheme
That they fail to realize many other faces
Are made up of entirely different races
And that it was just meant for us to be this way
No matter that we're black, white, green or gray
How could you bear hatred toward a godly creation?
While the rest of the world cries out in desperation
For the hideous institution of racism to end
You're left with many a heart and ego to mend
Our world is ill with the sickness of it all
The people come together to rally racism's fall
For we are tired of every slur, snub and slight
Caused by differences which you prefer to dislike.
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Central High ...lessons for today
A long time ago
nineteen fifty-seven
in a big city
high school
(straight-laced)
where two distinct
and separate classes
(of society)
tried to avoid each other
(conflict, rejection)
until, one day
new kids integrate
(fear, conflict)
We were mean
and cruel to them
Nine new kids with skin of black
How dare they?
Their momma cleaned
our house
and their daddy worked
in the barn outback
Shunned and scorned
like all of the cast off
"white trash"
We the "clique" at school
understood how things should be
And never did we think for a minute
they, too were free
Forty five years later
I can quickly see...
some of you
act just like that
And if I lose the promise
of another tomorrow
and as I look back with
heartfelt sorrow
I regret that I couldn't see
we are all equal and all deserve
respect,love,dignity....
and most of all the right to be free
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Persecuted!
Why do they hate me so? What is it that I've done?
Why do they see me differently? They all do it, one by one.
I am just a normal person and no different from all the rest,
I have two eyes, a head, a heart, but, with darker skin, been blessed.
So for that one small difference, they, my life and sanity provoke,
To degrade the person that I am, with every word that's spoke.
The hurtful names they call me, paint daubed upon my wall,
Bricks smashed against my windows, upon my door, words scrawled.
No harm have I ever done them, no hurtful words have passed my lips,
So why do they treat me so badly, and tear my life to strips.
You can see it in their eyes; you can hear their words of hate,
Just because my skin's not white, my whole life they do berate.
Why can't they see beyond the skin? to the person here inside,
I am no different from the rest, let conscience be their guide.
For I am just a being, No better but no worse,
All for this darker skin of mine, with which I have been cursed.
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From balconies...slipping heavenward.
Abe Lincoln took his long sleep
in a theatre he could ill afford
from a balcony he slipped
out of the darkness
into light, ten trillion
candelabras strong
also upon a balcony
`
the Reverend Martin Luther King
shot down was flung
onto a balcony in Memphis
into eternal rest
passing from the bright light
of a sultry Memphis morn
through darkness
and then instantly released
into a light
that was most
indescribably joy filled
~
These two men awoke
in the dreams that
they both shared
just over a mere century apart
discovering Paradise
a perfect union
once there they found
that all men are truly equal
made in the image of God
nonetheless created
in a land without
hunger, thirst, pain,
slaves, or suffering
a mountain top of
the highest order
where lions lay with lambs
naps undisturbed
where only harmony flows
uninterrupted between all souls
these two men walk with
those who fought and died
for what they both
lived and died to see unfold
at heaven's gates
the world they long had sought
was laid before them
in an endless stretch
of glory forevermore
~
Hate on Earth
if you must
be led by total ignorance
rant, and rave insanely
against your fellowmen
mock his skin, or her true worth
in petty, grumbling rages
but know that when you
finally breathe your last
you will not take hate with you
it remains
for heaven's gates
are tightly sealed
to those who die so maladjusted
you will be turned to face
the blackness that you
for so long disdained
the color of
God's skin is muti-
you will fade beneath his wrath
and be forever lost
under the dust and flames
of fools who've gone before you
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