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 2024)
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