You see, what we wanted to do,
And, what we have done. Wanted to create an inclusive space, Now we are segregating, holding them to the gun. We call ourselves evolved, We call ourselves free. But, what good is this freedom for, When we can’t respect the diversity tree. How did we come so far? We found more ways to separate than join. Blaming religion, money, orientation and race, We are driven solely by the coin. Church, synagogue, mosque or temple, The choice was made for us. Discrimination today is everywhere and ample, And, we wonder what’s with all the fuss? Better life is that of a pigeon[1] Who doesn’t worry about where to belong. Sits one day by a priest’s kitchen. Chirping next day the Havah Nagila song. Hope the day is not far when At the peace table, we all sit together and eat Including every one — black, white, men and women, Let go of the darkness, inequality and defeat. Let go of the darkness, inequality and defeat. [1] This analogy of a bird is inspired by a old Punjabi folk song sung by Wadali brothers: https://play.spotify.com/track/7ERu9UmixhMfO56ylCj5Bk
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