Look up to the sky <br />take a look at the boldness of the sun <br />behold the brightness of the stars <br />they hold no grudges <br />they come, they shine <br />for you, for me: <br />caucasian, black or orientals <br /> <br />Look up at the sky <br />See the beauty of the moon <br />it illuminates prison as well palace <br />they no know boundary nor landmark <br /> <br />hear the rhytm of the rains <br />it beats the ghetto and the golden city <br />see its water flows <br />linking the mosques and the churches <br />they hold no sentiments nor bias <br /> <br />then look at yourself <br />and I myself <br />and together ourselves <br />and take a cue from <br />the ancients of days.<br /><br />ifedayo oshin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cue-from-ancients-of-days/
