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There is only one
giant red sun
For you, for me
for everyone.
Black brown pink,
yellow and white,
But a compromise
will never be right.
We were all born
under the same moon
But why make an
enemy out of me this soon?
And all the
mothers that have given birth
To monsters
living on this earth.
As we look up to
the stars,
Our brothers
might as well have come from Mars
And as our eyes
wonder across the clouds
We wonder who’s
the killer in the crowd.
As we look up to
the sky
I put it to you
and ask you why
Hold a gun to my
head to kill or maim
Just because I
don’t look the same.
Linda Lawrence
7th
June 2006