When will time and space
be enough to heal the hurt
of centuries oppression,
pain, intolerance, and
all that ails the world
cut into fences, walls
and mountains -
layers of misunderstanding
intentionally bred to foster
bitter hatred and despising
of the other?
Will we wait until our skins
are blended into imperceptible
shades of something else
with eyes and lips and mouths
in shapes so indistinguishable
from now that we can finally see
that from the inside confines,
muscly sinews, our thoughts,
hopes, dreams, ideas in
rainbow splendidness were
woven from material
the same?
© Eleanor Clark
6 January 2015
