Red or Yellow,
Black or White,
All are precious,
In God's sight.
Whether Green or Yellow, Boy or Girl......
He loves us the same..............
So, why discriminate?
Why abuse?
Why critize?
Why put race, gender, background and ethnicity into consideration?
Why can't we be equal?
Why can't we accept ourselves?
Why can't we love each other?
No need to call us Igbo's,
Hausa's
Yoruba's.....
We are one,
We are one Nigerians......
We are in this struggle together,
And the only way out of it is if we work with one another.
Yes, we might speak different languages,
And the white man might call us different names because of our colour,
But up here, our brains are filled with wisdom.
May be sometimes, it might looks as if we are a bit odd,
A bit different,
But......We are special and unique.
And for sure...... Sanity forges our entity in the unity of our diversity.
Thanks for reading this poem......
