True story

This is a true story

About how I worked in a factory,

Few people ever spoke to me,

There were white English folk

Who showed no interest in me,

And I was only young you see

And this was very hard to be,

In a place of work where people did in speak

Then one da an Asian guy approached me,

And asked me how my day was going?

And he invited me to have lunch with him

And a group of his Asian friends,

They demanded nothing of me

Accepted I was shy and didn’t judge me on this,

They came from Afghanistan, India and Iraq

Pakistan, Iran and Syria, places from afar

Many different places but joined as one,

That’s why I can’t be racist because I understand

That no matter where you come from,

No matter class, faith or creed

Kindness is the glue, that can bond both you and me,

And that grasping that where we come from and our colour

Does not supersede our individuality,

And in our own way, as compressed atoms and energy

Kindness should be at the root of all of our humanity.