My heart weeps to call you people
You all are my brothers and sisters
Our mothers may differ
but we’re sons and daughters
of our mother earth, remember
our veins carry the same
blood red in colour
Our colour appearance may differ
that ego makes us to suffer
Our tongues may speak different languages,
but our hearts yet to reveal, we’re human
A realized thief may change his efforts
of his profession to become a human
A corrupted head may also think that
he/she is representing us in the state
Known neighbors are yet to help us
an iconoclast knows man alone can save us
Our inventors may also attempt
to put an end to inevitable death!
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Dedicated to the sons and daughters of mother earth
By s.kandasamy 36, New Kallar St Musiri, Trichy Dt,
Tamilnadu, India-621211 published in poetrysoup.com on 15-129-2013
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