Wish you were here…
You are not going to believe this place where I live.
Regardless of our differences, we’re all here to give.
What makes this place great is that it has different colored residents.
Everyone’s so progressive that no one would care if the black became president.
No one is constantly bringing up what the white one used to do.
No one’s asking the yellow guy if he knows any kung fu.
I have yet to hear anyone ask my brown buddy to do some work in the yard.
And not once has anyone asked red for directions to the casinos to play cards.
We’re all living together just like God originally had in mind.
If you were interested in moving here, we’re not hard to find.
You see, we’re crayons in a box and we hope you learned the lesson we just taught,
because if you didn’t want to come here, maybe you should ask yourself “why not”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem