Two children are playing – they jump and they run.
They’re laughing out loud ‘cause the game is so fun.
But people look angrily at their game in the park,
‘cause one child is white while the other is dark.
The children are tired – they want to sit down.
One can take the bench, the other sits on the ground.
The reason for this is a sign saying no
to people with skin that is not white as snow.
Today they are friends despite the difference of their skin.
But one day might come when they see this as a sin.
I can only wish that they later will say:
“We are all equal.” It might happen one day…
In response to Master Harold … and the boys.
8 comments:
Nice poem, Eirin! You're good at rhyming!:)
I think you have written a very good poem!
I liked your poem. It is simple, and that should the solution to racism be too.
KirstenO
this is a great poem Eirin. Feel free to teach me how to do that. Like the rhythm of it and the whole feel
I totally agree with the rest. A very good poem.
Rythm and rhyme = perfect:) Very good, Eirin:)
This poem was well written - the rhyming as well as the contents!
I can only agree with all the others! This was a very nice poem. I liked it a lot. Well done.
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