It doesn't matter whether you are black, white, or yellow.
To us, you are just another fellow.
Another face among the crowd,
why would we treat you differently? It would only leave you in a shroud.
A shroud of despair only a few can overcome,
and when we all come together to accept each other, we've won.
As people and human beings, we can show compassion for each other by accepting not what we are, but who we are.
Why do we need the color of somebody's skin to show how we should treat them, near or far?
It should be a given that living amongst each other in harmony should bring us closer together,
but the bond that we show between each other almost seems as light as a feather.
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Author:
Jacob Mead (
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Such a true message, he real person is below the skin.
Thanks for caring & sharing JACOB ~ I was brought up in Liverpool which was always cosmopolitan because it was a large Port ! In Sunday School in the '80s & '90s we always sang "Jesus love the little Children ~ all the Children of the World ~ Red or Yellow ~ Black or White all are precious in His sight !" We were in essence COLOUR BLIND as far a race is concerned and that applied to the Scout Movement also of which I was a Member ! The colour of a Persons skin is no indicator of their Character ~ AMEN Yours BRIAN ! Please check our site ~ Thanks B !
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