by Gordon Nicol | |
Published on: Jan 31, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Judge a man, not by the colour of his face Judge a man, not by the name of his race Judge a man, not by the nature of his creed But judge a man, by the measure of his deeds For there are many good Arabs and many good Muslims Many a poor Christian and many a poor Jew But the scale of their righteousness has nothing to do With the fact, that they might be Russian, Chinese, Buddhist or Hindu And yet, why does race and religion so separate When all the holy books quite clearly state That we should live together in peace and accord Doing to each other in agreement with his Lord In Islam too, it might surprise you to hear That the self-same belief is considered just as dear (and I quote) "No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself. " So it seems that everything's right and yet everything's wrong. For we're at war with one another instead of getting along. Since time immemorial we've proved that fear and military might are not the answer Because all they cause is an untreatable cancer. Our lack of understanding, causes great fear And when someone seems different we tend to sneer. We treat them with suspicion and dread and derision. Mocking their customs, their clothes and traditions. For it is the unknown which causes so much fear Even this beautiful place, Dallas Nature Center where we are......right here. This self-same place, when shrouded in darkness, could become a place of fear To those who are afraid of the unknown But when a flashlight is used to illuminate the road We feel much relief and confidence is restored And so it is with people..... whose strange behaviors and customs at first appear To be totally at odds with our own ideas Only through understanding can we hope to succeed Learning all we can about our brother's needs. We must try to respect and honour each other Celebrate the difference, the uniqueness, the richness of our brother. The surest of ways to bring about a transformation Is with the most precious gift we've been given .......creation Our children, carry the hopes of this world with their uncluttered minds. Through them can we truly change it into one of pure cosmic design. Children are born pure and without any hate They have to be taught this most despicable trait Our children are given to us essentially colour blind They see each other equal and tolerant in mind Children are such beautifully simple creatures Seeing everything in a world of vivid "black & white" No mask to hide behind, no pretense to fool you with Just a bright, shining, beacon of light. Let's start teaching every one of these precious, shining lights That diversity in this great land is something to be cherished and honoured just like the bill of rights. Like a garden of beautiful flowers, we are all of the same genus but each unique and beautifully different. Each adding our individual essence and colour. Each benefitting the other in a symbiotic relationship. So, let everyone of us desire first for his brother, that which he desires for himself And in so doing, we'll create a world of the greatest riches and unsurpassed wealth. - Gordon Nicol, November 2001 « return. |