Red, Yellow, Black, and White (a poem of greatest inspiration)

Colors all a part of this world...
Colors all a part of this world...


As a small child, I was taken to church, each Sunday, and to Sunday School,

We were taught that our god loves us all, to sing his songs,The Golden Rule.

My favorite and the one to mean so much, about our Jesus, his love of us all,

Red,Yellow, Black, and white, all precious in his sight, each to respect this call.


Our Lord God does love all the children of this world...
Our Lord God does love all the children of this world...


I never knew just how much it so meant, the special times at church, I spent,

My grandfather preached, until heaven he reached, for this I'm so glad I went.

Later, almost grown, as I held a dying friend, I remembered my song just then.

How it hurt my heart, all of this world we're a part, was then my journey to begin.

red, yellow, black, and white...
red, yellow, black, and white...




I struggled to finish school, graduating at last, as I remembered that golden rule,

Applied for work as a teacher, while old friends loafed, to gamble and shoot pool.

Soon worked with many children in need, recalling those scriptures every night,

My kids came from many backgrounds, their colors red, yellow, black and white,





Was the time my journey did begin...
Was the time my journey did begin...


Then came that old war, Vietnam, many good men died, for Uncle Sam,

They were soldiers from every walk of life, parents got the same telegram.

Each soldier's soul was raised, joined in unison, flew to the heaven's light,

Not to matter their spiritual colors, that of the red, yellow, black, and white.


Red, Yellow, black, and white...all as one in heaven's light...
Red, Yellow, black, and white...all as one in heaven's light...



As for the sweet children of this world, allow their own banners to be unfurled,

Reading all colors beloved as one, each daughter, every son, as all lie curled.

Every father, every mother, loving sister and brother, have homes on this earth,

Red, yellow. black or white, all one color in god's sight, and all of equal worth.


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All as one color and of equal worth...beloved children of this earth...
All as one color and of equal worth...beloved children of this earth...

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whonunuwho 6 months ago from United States Author

This was number eight-hundred in my works and I felt compelled to write something special...to be shared by all of God's children...


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Jodah 6 months ago from Queensland Australia

Whonu, this is probably my favourite of all your poems Ai have read. I just love it and the clear message. Well done.


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Ericdierker 6 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Thank you as this starts my day out right. I loved Sunday school. There I also learned about the love I was given so freely.


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whonunuwho 6 months ago from United States Author

Thank you Eric. Aren't we so glad that our parents were so thoughtful and respectful. This makes my day as well. whonu


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whonunuwho 6 months ago from United States Author

My thanks to Jodah and Eric. Your kind reviews encourage me to write more. whonu


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BlossomSB 6 months ago from Victoria, Australia

Well, this is really something special and it's lovely. I still remember that song from Sunday School, too. I wonder if children are still taught it - we are all equal in God's sight. It encapsulates the lesson so well.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Thank you for this inspirational poetic journey.


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whonunuwho 5 months ago from United States Author

Thanks so much for your nice reviews. whonu


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shanmarie 5 months ago from Texas

What a wonderful message. I always liked that song too. Didn't even really realize the true scope of hatred until I was much older. It always seemed so isolated to me as a child.


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whonunuwho 5 months ago from United States Author

My friend we were sheltered from the evils of society until we got much older. We each were a reflection of our own upbringing. As a teacher for many years, I realized just how blessed I had been...as many of my kids had no real family to go home to each day. Blessings. whonu


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bravewarrior 5 months ago from Central Florida

Well done, whonu. I love the life story you intertwined in this poem. Now I've got Three Dog Night's song running through my head.


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whonunuwho 5 months ago from United States Author

It's hard for me to write without leaving a personal note in almost everything these days. I feel it is a good thing and makes me feel better about my contributions. Thank you my friend. whonu

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