I will not be defined by ancient Gods,
or the archaic teachings in their books.
I will tread warily around their words
and avoid the hidden traps and snaring hooks.
I will not stand behind a coloured flag
and spout my blunt imperialistic views
or drape it on a coffin when I die
or burn it on the early evening news.
I will not make a choice that’s based on skin
or the way another human being speaks,
the way another human being struggles
to find the human touch a human seeks.
I will not blame a desperate refugee
for fleeing from a rocket spat war zone
and running to the safety of the west
and trying to find identity and home.
I will not be defined by lines on maps
or those, hastily drawn, across the sand,
for anyone can make a mark on paper
or claim a settlement as their homeland.
I will not be defined on where I live
or the destination of my birth.
I am not a citizen of land
but, rather, a child of planet earth.
You will not know me by my flesh and blood
or what is in my soul or in my mind.
I will not be identified by thoughts
for that is not the measure of mankind.
You will only know me for my words -
written, said and also what I do
and let me tell you something man of hate
there’s many more of us than there’s of you.