On a hill
in a nation
on a planet
in a galaxy
far, far away
a Celadon stomps feet
and kills the green grass
from which she is colored.
Why, she shouts at the gods,
must genetics bring such
violence to her by fate.
Both crave in their deepest
heart-felt wishes
they could be something else --
ANYTHING else
except a Heliotrope and a Celadon.
On a hill
in a nation
on a planet
in a galaxy
so very, very near
a Native American
an Irish girl
an Aborigine man
a Mexican
a Cambodian
join hands
to celebrate
who they are.
They raise their joined hands
and praise the powers that be
for making them unique.
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Last update: 15 July 1998
URL: http://leo.stcloudstate.edu/kaleidoscope/volume4/celebration.html