Diversity

Diversity

Parched, in the middle of the Kalahari sands
Drenched with sweat in the coastal lands
Bundled for warmth in the Maluti's snow
Aching, blood-red from the hot sun's glow

Learning the customs of hundreds of tribes
Trying to live with a system of bribes
Pressing and polishing dung for a floor
Listening at night to lions as they roar

Appaled by the poverty of so many men
Watching another with wealth meant for ten
Sighing as villages turn into cities
The changing of Africa, one of life's great pities

The diversity of this mass of red earth
Existed long before man first gave birth
And learning to cope with a land so dissimilar
Makes one wonder why we're content with familiar

What is black and what is white?
Why should it be a cause to fight?
Beneath the skin I've heard it said
Both our bloods run crimson red

What is white and what is balck?
Does each one run on a separate track?
Do not we all from Adam spring?
And owe alliegence to an eternal King?

What if we were all were Whack and Blite?
And neither one of us dark or light
Could we then live more peacefully?
And members of one family be?