To You Who Wear White Cloaks

Though we were given a darker chrysalis

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.