Our world lies broken,
hurt burns in so many hearts.
But no-one talks about healers
They only talk about the breakers, the dividers
Men and women seek to tear apart people
To tell lies that make a frightened young man
into a fearful brooding menace
The question “who is my neighbour?”
Is answered by a scream, “it’s not the brown one”
But that’s my great neice,
The blood in her veins has run
in this valley for a thousand years
The question was first answered by a brown man called Jesus
He said the neighbour was the person who acted like one.
Then I have many neighbours,
Some honour the Prophet
Others honour the Son
Others honour the human
Some are white, some are brown,
I am neighbour to each as they are to me
It’s not one way
It’s community
It’s communion
We are a fellowship of humanity, of hope
We are we
No-one is they, or the other
It’s easy to think like this,
It doesn’t hurt my head to think like this,
It doesn’t make me have to think mad thoughts
It hurts to hate, it breaks your heart,
confuses your brain
Take the easy way, walk the way of us
Not the way of them
Walk with an open hand not a fist
You can’t catch a helping hand
With a clenched fist
An open hand can place a poultice
on the wounds of the broken ones
An open hand can brush the tears away
An open hand can reach out and rescue you
An open hand can share a pasty
An open hand can release your fear
We can mend the world
