Hold Hands

Hold Hands

A Poem by Andrew John

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)

© 2024 Andrew John


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An older poem Andrew, and such a good one too. There is far more that unites us than divides us. We are all different in our own ways. Let there be love, let there be tolerance. We are all part of the human race.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


You are not to be mocked at all , but in some circles people cannot see shades of colour, and there both good and bad in every colour of skin ...

Posted 2 Months Ago


This is such a great topic of discussion. It is so important for us to be reminded about the importance of unity, for in unity comes our greatest strength. Thank you for sharing this with us. It is beautiful and flows smoothly. A pleasure to read.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Andrew John

2 Months Ago

Many thanks for your thoughts, Rick.

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Andrew John
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Carmarthen, Wales, United Kingdom



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