Italian, German, Yugoslav or Greek,
a president or queen, a shah or sheik,
professional, blue-collar, we all work
together, retail buyer or the clerk.
Perhaps we’re at the sunrise of our lives.
But sinking sunset color soon arrives
for all. We’re equal on that playing field
and it no longer matters if we reeled
in fish or cooked and served them up gourmet.
Are you a CEO? Does potter’s clay
appeal to you? Are you a fan of rock
or jazz? Do you live on a city block
or in the countryside? Is Marc Chagall
your own artistic taste, or do you fall
toward Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup cans? Does
it matter? No, our world would be a-buzz
with peace if we would tear down all the walls
of artificiality. No brawls,
just justice, friendship, courage, even hope
would paint our scenery, our vision’s scope.