LABELS...

Labels...

Everyone has one

If you're not black, you're white

If you're not white...you're yellow

Unique individuals, denying themselves of wholesome existence

Compressing and suppressing such uniqueness

Into man-made bottles

Bottles sorted by race, tongue, and god

Man loses all humanity and raises a hand on his fellow man

Men sit and plot

Not for the good of humanity,

But for ways to enslave their brothers

To deceive other men into their hands

To manipulate son, daughter, mother, and father

Men want to play God

And assume His Majesty

I don't see Gods

I see gods...my equals, taking it upon themselves

To fight as God.

To fight spiritual wars with carnal bullets

And hit spiritual targets with missiles instead of darts of prayer

Prayer moves mountains...

H-bombs destroy them

Why kill the image of God

And expect God's thank you?

Everyone is defined by country, color and creed

If you don't have these, you have no identity

You become unknown

I see people, not borders

And landmarks, not boundaries

I see the Thai farmer with his cheerful smile

And the handsome Arab

With bright, brown eyes

What about the ruddy Cuban boy

Sweating hard after a game of street soccer

Or the hardworking Hausa woman

Spending long hours weaving baskets, trying to earn a living?

I will rip off the labelled mask I've hidden behind all my life

And embrace love, real love

God's love

I will join the unknown

Wherever they are

And stand Apart

Against the world

Not of the world

But for the world