Brother and Sister I feel for you,
For you are my flesh and blood.
You bleed just like I do,
And you love.
Yet we fight like siblings,
But with sharper toys.
Please don't hate me.
I don't hate you.
The hate derived from color.
Or religion or race.
We all belong to each other.
We are the human race.
Yes we have our problems,
But what family does not?
If we don't do something.
Peace will soon be forgot.
My Sisters, my Brothers,
With pen may peace come.
If we just try it.
It all begins with one.
















Comments
And my comment on this poem itself. I really enjoyed it. Nice tying together of sibling-ness of the world. The second stanza is definitely my favorite, maybe because while my sibs and I joke we're like WWIII, it's scary to think that while at the end of the day we can forgive each other and still love each other, but it doesn't work that way in the world.
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I am the sum of a lifetime of errors
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If ever there was a representation of my future it would probably be an airplane crashing into the earth from a round of friendly fire aimed by the inventor of the nuclear bomb frying his eyes out.
Haha I'm all over this madness
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I am the sum of a lifetime of errors
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If ever there was a representation of my future it would probably be an airplane crashing into the earth from a round of friendly fire aimed by the inventor of the nuclear bomb frying his eyes out.
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