Brothers, Fathers, Sisters, Mothers

Take someone you love
Then ask yourself the question this;

What is it that creates this love
This act of total toleration

Is it the fact
That you well know
This person that you love
That everything of he or she
By knowing
Did then trust
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And if that person then did change
Their name
And cease to speak
But then by chance in an autumn street
You again with them one day
Should meet
Would you then cease to love them so?
I think not

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For their true heart
You know
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And if you passed in an autumn street
For certain it is
Your eyes would meet
And for that second
Of contact flown
Shared knowing
Still finds
Love's
True home
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So knowledge
Of each other is
One reason why
We each can give
Each other love
Conditioned not

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Such love
Is true
“Forget-me-not”
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Lack of this knowledge
Then it seems
Causes us to stay apart
From others
Knowing not their heart
And love them not a jot
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Yet they are loved
Each every one
Someone’s daughter
Someone’s son

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Just they are distant
Still unknown
To us
Through love

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Like brothers own
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So when
In autumn streets
We pass

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Someone
Unknown

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We avert our glance
Step aside
Preserve
Safe distance
For it is polite
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The path
Of least
Resistance
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And yet
Knowing how we love our brothers
Fathers
Sisters
And our mothers
How good it would be
If we felt the same
To those we know not
Not even
Their name
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For if
As brothers and as sisters
We behaved

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All part of one
Great family tree

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To look
Each other in the eye
With truthful honesty
To acknowledge each
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Their face
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Their right to be
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Then wouldn’t it be a better place?
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At least a start
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Communication
Through
The heart
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A coming together
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Not
A growing apart
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Of
The human race

For
As
Brothers
Sisters
Fathers or Sons

Mothers Or Daughters

Goes everyone

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Egal Bohen