Men of Same Clay

Won’t we grow up and be men of virtue someday,

Treat one another with respect like men of same clay,

We’ve got same red blood must I tell you-anyway,

Made of bones and flesh there’s no need to go fray.

If equality prevails then in peace then we shall stay,

Should love be maintained-nothing shall go astray,

And if all by-gone and differences are left to go away,

Then together far we shall go-hey listen up I say!

Will ALL men someday sit and share a same meal?

I’ve a dream-peradventure they will, isn’t a big deal,

We’re all equal; both have a degree of physical appeal,

Bonded to that ideal-our great minds no one can steal.

Being so delightful-God created us out of his own will,

Full of life, wisdom and oh-knowledge in us he always fill,

And yet men of different races one another they kill,

Won’t we be men of virtue someday, that’s my dream still.

_Titor John Msembi

8th of September, 2014