what does it mean to be flesh and blood?
would it mean the same, if we were made of dirt and mud?
would we still be so quick to judge?
would we still have such deranged hate and love?
would everyone act, the same way everyone does?
if everyone was made of dirt and grime,
would it be worth the time to have ties that bind?
if we were all the same, would we still feel shame?
if we were all the same, would we be divided by name?
or age or race? would i still just be another nameless face?
if so, would the worlds hate be erased?
or would this world still be a disgraceful place?
if no-one was better, than those they owed
or even their debtor
if there was no other, better than his brother
even if he lived in the gutter, and spoke with a stutter
would people still poke fun, and say things in gest
because of the emotions they keep repressed
inside their chest, some have nothing
while some are blessed
some are care free, while some are stressed
what would it take, to erase the hate?
or at least give hate a tasteful break?
what would have to change, who would have to speak
on behalf, of the meek and weak?
American, Canadian, German, Polish or Greek?
rich, popular, disgraced or geek?
we will never be same, we will never be free from shame
we will never look past personal gain
we will never acquire the ability to admire the plain
black, white, brown, or yellow
can you admire a simple mellow fellow?
or does everyone want the WOW factor?
no-one is themselves, everyone's an actor'
so here, on Martin Luther King day
lets quit playin the games we play
unite as a people, and lead the way
so our seed, does not feed off of our hate and greed
we are the same when it comes to the way we bleed
the words we read, the tears we use to grieve
but we all differ, in our daily deeds.

Very well written! TY

One of your best, very good.

So apt in this day and age...Awesome words...