When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
when I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
and when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored?
Here blows the wind of change!
Combining humanity with divinity
This poem written by an African Kid was nominated by U.N. as the best poem of 2006, highlighting the needed change in the mindset of men. This has been confirmed by the historic welcome of Barak Obama as president of America. It may not be possible fir Obama to change the color of his skin, but, with his mindset he is a big hope for changing the fabric of society at large. To fulfil the big hope of the Brave New Wrold, it is very relevent to recall the clarian call of Nirankari Babaji,
"Look more in the mind mirror"
