What makes you superior?
Or makes your neighbor inferior?
Is it the colour of skin,
Hair or blood?
Is it your place of birth?
Is it for who your parents are?
I would say no
Because you know the truth
God made this world
He created you and him
Then what’s distinct in you
Every thing is his mercy!
Deepa Thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distictions/
