The Staff
What color are you
What language do you speak
Where are you from
What religion are you
Can you speak the same language as I
Do you think that any of that really matters
The answer to that my friends, of course, is no
You are all my brothers and sisters
No matter what color, language or religion you are
If you fell into the quicksand
For sure, I would hand you the other end of my staff
And with extreme integrity
You shall grasp onto it
And with all my god given power
Shall I wrench you out
And rescue you from certain death
If your hands become too weak
It is only because god himself
Has handed you the other end of his staff
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2018
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