The black man opened the brass door wide
For the petite white lady to step inside.
Barely a nod, her head held high
Her heels clicked as she walked by.
Meanwhile, across the street
A bearded Muslim bumped into a Hindu priest
Shooting contemptuous glares and silent accusations
They moved on in opposite directions.
A few blocks away
The wife of a tycoon stepped off her limousine
Her pearls glistened in the sunshine
As she strutted to where the rich dine.
At the same time
The receptionist girl
Gazed at the pearls
As she jumped off the tram.
They walked side by side
Each lost in her own world of wist and pride
Until the girl slipped into the bakery
Open for the ordinary.
The little girl in tattered clothes pressed her nose on the window sighing
Eyeing doughnuts and cake, her stomach grumbling.
That night calamity struck.
The hurricane hissed ‘n snarled
Wreaking havoc all over.
Forgetting their belongings
People ran for cover.
Under the shelter-
The black man, the white lady,
The muslim and the Hindu
The tycoon’s wife, the receptionist
And the beggar girl.
They ate together
Gladly aware that they were uninjured
Unaware that the lines have now blurred.
The contempt was gone
The hatred was history
Replaced by truer feelings
Of hope and humanity.