Trapped within, held without,
Love for one another,
Don't you know? Can't you see,
He will be your brother?

Black, yellow, brown or white,
Mixed among all others,
Loving you, loving me,
They are all our brothers.

Sons and daughters, everyone,
Offspring, of all mothers,
You can be, what you will be,
They are all our brothers.
When we have love and trust
And respect, for each other,
I will say to you my friend,
Yes, I am your brother.

I sit here, with pen in hand,
wracking my brain. I do not understand,
why the words won't come again; flow free
and pop into my head so willingly.

A far away land
at distance to thee,
is where I will wander,
when I search for me.
Travel today
is not the best choice,
unless sitting in a tube
is cause to rejoice.
Crammed into the can
of a cabin of size,
leaves no space to breathe
or to optimize,
the safety you need.
Lord please help me,
complete my next deed.

I don't understand
and I can't see,
why there is a sudden
interest in me.

Have I done something
to make your life worse
or is it because you don't
like the words in my verse?

I wish I knew.
I hope that now,
the next time I see you
you will allow
a virtual hug.