What are we , in color ,blue yellow or black
pale brown or purple,
what are we in form ,tall small or short
big huge or fat,
what are we in mind, brave bold or angry
patient loving or mad
what are we in status, kings queens or pages
lords ladies or sages
what are we in real, soft tender and spiritual
dying eternally mortal.
why do we, then make, hate envy and war
why do we then, love and kindness ignore
why of all the prohibited we ask for more
why of Death and Heaven we are not sure.
Pompei Nagasaki Moenjodaro naming the few
Oblivious nations pleasure drenched who knew
Power pressure , public protests day by day new
War, war destruction, torture afresh, yet grew-
We are then, the same born in pain
We are then, the insane , of mind again
Are we the Ungrateful , in loss to remain?
Are we the Lost , Our Eden never to regain?
I think and think again
The Truth dawns
Honesty is feigned
dew drops silvern shine
in the green lawns
I can now see The prism ,
no colors do I perceive
Up on the blue sky ,
the sun does not deceive
The real is dark , the immortal , white
With All the colors together ,
All Blessings I receive
I fear The Fall
I pray for All'