Catapult
The human race needs a catapult
To launch us into true adulthood
Where the caring for others
Goes beyond fathers and mothers
Is boundless fruitful and endless
Standing not alone and friendless
But arm in arm with another
White black brown, whatever
The colour of our skin matters nought
What defines our humanity may be
The saving grace in all of us set free
A catapult to jettison us as a whole
Transformed body and soul
Into thoughts far above
Baselessness replaced by love
Covert Novelist 
A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you very much Henrietta. I meant every word and I’m really honoured it touched you.
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You are welcome!
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What a fabulous idea, catapult into an understanding and loving future 💜
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Thank you. It seems fitting for many reasons hehe and how I see life in general 🙂
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I agree xx
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