Maybe day will come
When we become one
When black is white
And brown is the one
Maybe hatred sours
So bitterly
We crown honorably
Those most hungry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple, direct, and moving. This is as close to perfection as it gets. I think this is a great poem, Richard.
M.J., thank you so much for your extremely positive feedback. I am greatly humbled.