CAN WE TRULY LOVE?

kiura-kabiri Poems

CAN WE TRULY LOVE? Brother, why does it you bother The way my Compassionate Creator Felt it fit to mould me Brother, can you truly not love? Without colour, Creed or Class! Influencing your brain’s background Can’t there be One People-Different Colours Can’t there be One People-Different Creeds Can’t there be One People-Different Classes Do you ever look behind your skin? And see same pink flecks of fleshes That is bound by tissues and tendons Same platelets plasma pigments That ruby red squirts with a squeeze Same numbers of haemoglobins The Crimson colour after an incision Why do you see a race in my make? Colour in my freely given complexion Religion in my divine devotion Why do you call me Black? And I call you White! Why do you call me a Jew? And I call you a Christian! Why do you call me Kefir? And I call you a Heretic! Can’t we all be children of one God? People of one righteous race-human Creation of one class-compassion Why do you speak hate of my make? Can’t there be love beyond my bake Why do you see a slave in my coverage? In my struggles and me fierce savage Why do you feel phobia of my turban? And seclude me in your modern urban Why do you hate my Exodus Race? And say we are all over the space Can’t you see Jehovah in all of our conviction faces? And in harmony dwell in all of these His sacred places Can’t there be true love, for all to equally have? © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.