Never The Twain
We put up the barriers, you and I,
with some misguided notion that
one of us was superior to the other.
Prejudice based on colour, wasn't it brother?
At the end of the day does it really matter?
For when we shuffle off to seek a better place
we'll face each other sans colour-
equal in the eyes of god, won't we brother?
poem by Jerry Hughes
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