a new poem that rhymes...

blood is red
bones are white
we're all different
we're all alike

it's as simple
as a nursery rhyme
as complicated
as the hands of time

the language we speak
might sound strange
the things we're saying
are basically the same

separated
by religion and rules
shunned and hated
by the fear of fools

the color of our hair
the color of our eyes
the color of our skin
is a thin disguise

blood is red
bones are white
we're all different
we're all alike

marchetti 11/08

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