In a world where it is more important to be right,
So that the other person can be wrong,
Than it is for all to make genuine efforts so that love can reign supreme,
Where it is increasingly less important to build and construct and grow together,
Where it is more important to destroy another and whittle them down,
So that the destroyer can seem tall, talk big and be in charge,
Sometimes the beauty of poetry lies in the fact,
That one can escape to it without need to be right or wrong or tall or short,
And the magic of poetry sometimes lies in the fact,
That there may be no right or wrong interpretation,
And a numberless myriad of genuine interpretations,
Can paint the literary wall in the cosmic and mental space,
A wall like canvass connecting like and unlike minds,
Spanning different generations and different geographies,
Painting a graffiti of poetic interpretations,
Telling symbol of the potential beauty in our diversity,
Each one brilliantly telling "In our differences I am like you",
Different but human!
Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary
