Are You Not My Brother?

 

 

How is it the color of one’s skin

Somehow defines what is held within

Or the different shape of someone’s eyes

Speaks to all that is found inside

 

How does a certain ancestry

A derivative of past history

Determine the worth of mortal soul

And relegate them to a given role

 

How does the God they reflect

Not earn the same kind of respect

That we demand for our own

When who is right remains unknown

 

How does their place of birth

Determine their only worth

This thing they did not choose

Insignificant and nothing proves

 

How does their cultural difference

Portray any truth by inference

How do their beloved traditions

Delineate the human condition

 

How does an odd sounding name

Saddle them with random blame

A long and proud family lineage

Is nothing we should disparage

 

How does the accent we hear

Create an unwarranted fear

A value placed on their words

Simply by how they are heard

 

Our past holds this kind of hate

Of those who expatriate

And all the wars that we’ve fought

Has not yet found acceptance bought

 

 

 

Comments
27 Responses to “Are You Not My Brother?”
  1. Another gem! Beautifully said Brad, so many truths. The colour of one’s skin, the shape of the eyes, means nothing, we are all Human Beings of the Human Race, that is the only race that truly exists. You have said it well and with such style. All the best my friend,
    Francisco

  2. JustBeingMe says:

    Another great poem.

  3. beth says:

    It’s all fear, some people are nervous about change, and differences, and there being more than one way of life, and it’s a horrible unwarranted beast.

  4. kristianw84 says:

    Another wonderfully written poem! The world needs more people like you. 😘😘

  5. Beautifully penned,Brad

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    This message is beautifully written Brad. I have been thinking about writing something without getting too fired up but I live in North Carolina and I love so much about the south but racism is horrible here. I thought when I left at 17 it would be different after so many years but it is still bad. You did an amazing job of addressing so many issues. God bless you for this Brad and what a great piece of writing my friend. Sending buckets of smiles and happy faces to you. Love 💕 ya Joni

  7. Silver Stone says:

    I think we humans have a prehistoric brain and mindset. We hate seeing things that are new and different; and so we tend to crush it with no remorse at all.

    Lovely poem, Brad. Stay safe and blessed!

  8. blahblahblahjm says:

    🧡💛🤎💙💜
    Wonderful

  9. jomz says:

    Wonderfully written!

  10. Jim Borden says:

    we’ve still got a long way to go, unfortunately.
    also makes you wonder about the value of war…

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