We are all cousins


We all mourn for our dead.
We all have mothers,
all fall in love,
must sleep and die.

If I played you
the sound of a baby’s laughter
could you tell me if the baby’s black?
A moslem or a Jew?
Could you tell me
if this sound of innocence
belonged to Us or Them,
which is only me and you?

We are brothers and sisters.

Just pixels in the cosmic mind.