There is no Left,
There is no Right,
No Middle of the Road on Election Night;
Only People.
There is no White,
There is no Black,
No Master Race above the pack;
Only People.
There is no Fat ,
There is no Thin,
No perfect frame we must live in;
Only People.
There is no Short,
There is no Tall,
No Perfect height in which to fall;
Only People.
There is no Faith that we all must be,
For they all different Rivers to the Mighty Sea;
Only People.
For we are all the same at the ending of days,
Just blood and bone that return to clay,
All hopes and fears through the passage of life,
Not to waste in War, Intolerance and strife.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2025 19:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Written years ago.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 21
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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Comments4
Amen! To the people, that we are. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Yes of course. Thank you.
Your poem may have been written years ago, but the message still applies. We are all part of the human race. Nicely composed Kevin.
Thank you for your Comment and Reading.
For sure!
Thank you.
A most lovely poem that carries a powerful message in its words. Most lovely and deserving of a Fave
Thank you for Reading.
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