He’s black; I’m white.
So we should fight.
I’m brown; he’s yellow.
So he’s not our fellow.
‘How long, how long’,
I fondly ask in song,
‘Will black, brown and white
Mingle and mix only in red?
Will things naughty and nasty
Be all the things that are said?’

All differences must go;
Like planets in their row
Life’s machine we must run,
And everyday have fun.
With all love sincere,
I dream of a world dear
Where colour exists not
In mind; but only the eye.
In happiness and peace
We’ll live, you and I.