A little road not made by man
A little God made by them
A little country of men
I only sigh, nationalism is dead to me
We are not tribe or empire states
We are people on a planet
In a Universe full of people
A little road to the stars
A little racing into the future
A little goal of centuries
And sunshine that bows to everything
Giving life, as we will one day
Creation has so many forms
Gods do not assume their superiority
While men dream and toil
Women should rule
A little Goddess to heal the world.
Wuji Seshat 
Lovely poem. Thanks!
Shared it at FB.
Thanks for reading it Lizl.
Your poem reminded me of Katherine’s letter
That film is the best! Love is all we got. 🙂
Excellent poem as always, my friend!