My brothers my
sisters
Not of blood
But of the soul
and of the mind
Together, sharing
and gaining knowledge
My brother
Is the man with
no home
On the streets
cold
My sister
Is the woman
abused
Hurt on the
inside
Bruised on the
outside
My brother
Is the man on top
of the hill
Consumed by his
greed for all things
My sister
Is the woman who
can't see
Other people's
needs
My brother
Is the man who
hides
Within his hate
My sister is the
woman
Who praises that
hate
My brother
Is the man
Who gives a guiding
hand
My sister
Is the woman
Who is a mother to
all
My brothers, my
sisters
Are all of the
human race
We are a family
Living in this
house called earth
©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley
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