What lies on distant shores,
Buckets, pigeon holes, troughs for segregation.
Language, dress, birthplace do not an enemy make.
Where came this bitter misdirection?
Religion, culture, song, dance,
These are things of man’s creation.
Strip naked man and woman–
Lay them bare of their mortal inventions.
Confiscate their language, dress, birthplace,
Expropriate their religion, culture, song, dance,
Take all they have of this world;
What have they left?
Blood and skin and bone;
That which crumbles with inevitable death.
Hopes and dreams, emotions;
intangibles that define humanness.
Air, food, water, shelter;
That which sustains us.
Boundaries of man hold no sway over these.
We are but one species,
Born and consumed in life,
Until the day we return home
To the dust from whence we came.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fantastic!! Thank you for your wonderful words!
My pleasure and thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂
What a thought provoking piece!
Thank you so much, I’m very glad that you think so.
You are welcome 🙂
Reblogged this on olufunkekolapo's Blog.
Thank you so much for the re-blog, that is very kind of you. 🙂
My pleasure 🙂
Such a great poem!
Thank you very much my friend.
It seems that some want everyone to be as they are – how boring that would be.
Indeed it would. 🙂
Bravo! A lesson that too many forget or never learn.
Sadly you are right, I wish it were not so. Thank you very much.