I'm tired of it. Tired of the hate, tired of the division, tired of the excuses. I don't care what your race, color, religion, age, or sexual orientation is. Unless you've committed a crime and I'm asked to be on the lookout for someone specific, spare me.
I think we are all more the same than we are different. I've written a poem:
Divided
Why are we divided by the politics we
speak
what is there – on either side – so
special and unique?
Why are we divided by the flags that we
salute
Country, homeland, pride – is each so
absolute?
Why are we divided by the Gods to which
we pray
Are we not all thankful that He
cares for us some way?
Why are we divided by the people whom
we love
Are we not all creatures of one Maker,
up above?
Why are we divided by the colors of our
skin
Are not organs, blood and bone
identical within?
Why are we divided?
At the end of the road, we all end up in the same ground. A friend of mine, singer/songwriter Paul Sanchez and his friend John Boutte wrote a song about that when they learned that their fathers - one black, one white - were buried in the same cemetery; At The Foot of Canal Street. It's an upbeat tune, you'll enjoy it! And maybe give you something to think about. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rN370YBH-Y
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