When my sister falls in the street, dies from a bullet
I die with her.
When my brother is beaten unconscious,
I am unconscious beside him.
I am half a world away, not the same race,
Not the same religion.
Still they are my sisters and brothers,
my mother, my cousin.

Those doing the harm are also
my brothers and sisters.
I ask them why.
Why do you cause harm?
Are you thinking,
or do you blindly follow?
If, if you were only thinking.
They are your sisters and brothers.