This is a piece I wrote many years ago. It has always echoed in my mind. I hope you don't mind if I share it with you.
Dusty line of discrimination
Dusty line of right and wrong
Dusty line of humiliation
Telling who and where to belong
Whose hand holds the chalk
Decides the place to draw
What anger feeds the fire
Who breaks that final straw
On and on it goes
The rhythm fails to end
The silent, long, white line
Separating foe from friend
I do not know the answers
That wipe the chalk away
If no one looks for them
All mankind will pay
Take that small white stick
Hold it in your hand
Draw a big, wide circle
Encompass every man
Stand them all in order
Tell them all the news
"For the next 2000 years
You will wear your neighbor's shoes
Carry someone's burden
So different from your own
Learn what is important
For life is just on loan"
Then find a big eraser
And each can take a turn
Erasing that white line
Of pain that made us learn
No lines of discrimination
No lines of war and tears
No lines of separation
No lines of hate and fears
Some say it cannot happen
That hate too deeply lies
How will we ever know
If no one ever tries....

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