Like Adam and Eve,
We were made from Dust.
The same old dreams,
The same old lust.

Where farthest aspirations
Were carved in clay,
Now thrive in contemplation
Narrated on screens today.

We share the same pigment
That colors our blood within,
Yet we change treatment
When color varied on skin.

Each word on paper once declared
Human ideals and potential
For Love and Care.
No White, Yellow or Black preferential.

May it one day, be done and there.