'' As Of Goodness There's An Endless Supply '' Poem by Bri Mar

A Muslim and a Christian along with a Jew,
Passed a Mormon lying dying on the dew,
They looked at each other thinking what can we do,
As they heard him make a haunting sigh.

They immediately rallied round with no ado,
Everyone stuck to their task like glue,
All around them there formed a queue,
A fellow Human they could not deny.

As for each others religion they hadn't a clue,
They were just all part of a Humane crew,
Their stereotypes they did not conform to,
Their efforts had them all on a high.

There were blacks and whites, reds and yellows too,
Every colour of human being that's true,
Why they were like this nobody knew,
To them colour or creed didn't apply.

A joining together of races did then ensue,
Each and every one them with the same view,
All working as one his life to renew,
They couldn't watch their brother die.

Our colours and creeds are nothing new,
Different cultures breed talents we can all accrue,
We don't complain that the sky is blue,
So each other we must not decry.

Working as a team they all pulled him through,
The Human psyche we tend to misconstrue,
It's our hatred for each other we need to review,

‘' As Of Goodness There's An Endless Supply ‘'