What color is blood?
Red as crimson to the dullest eye.
When stripped of skin,
What is left but muscle, sinew, bone
Held together by a thin designer suit.
At birth we enter the world the same way.
At death we return the earth each the same.
Why is it that we vandalize each other
Throwing names, bullets and missiles,
Destroying our sacred selves?
More alike than different is the human animal,
Though ego prefers to separate.
Look beyond the skin in all its wondrous glory,
Reach for the soul deep within
Dismissing the prejudice of our senses.
Honor our sameness in peace and love
Remembering the wisdom of the sanskrit greeting
…Namaste’.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
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