Alike & Unalike Poem by shimon weinroth

what do we mean when we speak of races,
who says all men are my brothers,
since when is yellow, black and white of common ancestry
what about brown red and in between

and why under the sun -
we belong to the same tree of lineage,
hair eyes nostrils, lips, and pigments
we've been so busy trying to ignore-

all men are brothers
all women are not like my mother
my color is not yellow
my lips are pencil thin

not nubian and sensual
nostrilds pinched not wide and brown
my nose too long and fat
not short and squat

my hair and eyes texture and form
not like the others,
surely not all men are like my brothers-
do we have so little faith in brotherhood
that we would group all the peoples
into one common ancestor
and if so

where did it begin
on what level of venial sin