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Jul 2018
We came out of Africa,
10,000 hominids
looking for a better place.
We travelled north and east and west,
always searching for somewhere
that we could call our very own.
We walked and ran,
we hunted and gathered,
we lived and died and had our being
until uncounted generations passed,
and then, praise be,
the world and everything
within, without, was ours!
But why, if this is so,
my modern band of squabbling brothers,
are men so different now?
Some black, some white,
some red, some yellow?
Some chance of peace!
With increasing childish rage
it seems some have forgotten that
we all came out of β€˜Africa’
before it even had a name -
And that we came TOGETHER
Al Drood
Written by
Al Drood  M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)   
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