There was a man, a father, a brother, an uncle, and a husband. This man when walking home one day thinking about the duties he would have to do when the threshold of his house was reached, died in the middle of the street. It wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t fate, it was however a deep lack of caring ability of another person who pulled the trigger, all because this man was different than himself. It doesn’t matter if this man was colored, poor, a worshiper of a different god, or affiliated with a different political belief. What mattered is that a human being created by the same god would kill another all for lack of understanding, compassion, or education.
There was this family, much like any other; a mom, a dad, a brother, a sister. This family you see, starved and froze during the winter months. They staved and sweated during the summer. They starved regardless of their situation for no one offered assistance. No one took head to pay attention; no one lent a helping hand. This family was like any other, parents working to make ends meet, children struggling to make the best of things. It doesn’t matter what color their skin may be, it doesn’t matter how they got here, and it doesn’t matter what language they speak. What does matter is that love has no boundaries. That there are no borders in compassion; there are not demographics in hospitality. For how is it that a people who call on a god that should be love, hate another?
I seek to find these answers yet I get no reply. I beg for clemency and no one heads the call. I wonder what fans those flames of discord against a fellow human brother that is built of the same dust and the same breath as you and I. I wish to know why that because one may be different hate is the only course of action.
I have heard of a dream once, where it didn’t matter who was who but that we would be seen not for the color of or skin but by the makeup of our character. I further that dream to that of one day destroying all borders and living free in a world that all men live together in peace. I dream of a world that all men will as John Lennon put it, live as one. I do wonder what it would be like if there was no heaven or hell below. I do wonder if there were no nations to kill or die for. It is a dream that I see coming true. It is a reality I see taking place. It is an existence that will one day exist.
This dream has many enemies that will strive to destroy any such desires. They will burn you at the stake, crucify you to cross, hang you to a tree, beat you with batons, and deny you the freedom to think. This dream has many martyrs already, men and women that have lead the charge, men and women that have paid the ultimate price. Let not this dream die with them on that field, but let it fly and reign true in your life. Be as Gandhi once said, the change that you want the world to be. Don’t let this dream die but let it live in you.