To cloak our spirits, hide the white within,
No mandate said there need be an abyss
Unbridged between our souls, for our dark skin
Was given us by that same Father who
Cloaked you in white. Though you are fair of face,
Can you not see a brother smiling through
The covering He gave to every race?
Our hearts, with yours can hear Him when He calls;
Can feel the pulse-beat of all brother-men.
Come, let us batter down the blinding walls
Of race and creed and hate, for only then
Can we petition God to bid war cease,
And climb and reach, at last, the Mount of Peace.
