Love All

White or black.
Yellow or brown.
False or fact?
The world still goes round.

See we’re made of flesh and bone.
But divided by color, to each it’s own.
Ain’t being human love alone?
No, cause we still cry and groan.

From the whips that are sharp like blades.
To the borders where they crossed by water.
From songs sung, the many times it wades.
To now where we’re still priced and bartered.

Some rise above and conquer.
Some fall with knowledge they squander.
Some are lost but enjoy and wonder.
Some just love the hate they honor. 

Where all the love has gone?
Where all the love that’s won?
Where all the love we brought?
Where all the love for we fought?
Where all the love we sought? 
I guess it’s left where we rot.

When I love, I love on.
When I love, I love strong.
When I love, I love hard. 
Most importantly when I love, I LOVE ALL.