Hold Hands

Are we divided with deliberation, so split into good and bad, into black and white? Are we a racist creation? Is war a deliberation, seen by some as good, others as bad? Is it a mood that is our creation, put here deliberately, so to divide? Blood is red, whether skin is black or white. I gay, I straight, I somewhere in between. Yet all our red hearts say: bah-bom, bah-bom, bah-bom. Gay, straight, black, white and colours of a rainbow? Am I to be mocked for wishing to see our many-coloured hands unite? (10 Jan 2004)