Analysis of Colours One

Two men of colours white and black

Battling as foes, lay dying on a track

Their colour or creed mattered none

For blood that gushed had colours one

Whatever our colour or creed

At birth on mother’s milk we feed

Mother, father, daughter or son

We are human and we are one

As the world goes around

By compassion let’s be bound

When we part after life’s work done

Say we were diverse, but we were one