Blood Brothers.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He gave a pint of blood today,
then on the street he went his way.
He never thought of black or white,
but to save a life that it might.
For no matter what a mans creed,
their blood still runs red when they bleed.
To hate the colour of man’s skin,
is not a world worth the living in.
Hate is a failing of mankind,
one may lead,others follow blind.
But there comes a reckoning day,
for we all have a price to pay.
The man you hate and give out strife,
may give his blood to save your life.
So think before you shout and boo,
you could have been a different hue.



I tried to change the world but the world changed me.jim dolbear.

This is a reply to Crispin’s e-mail footnote he sent me.it read:-

You must be the change you wish to see in the world-Mahatma Gandhi

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