Brown of us may not alike

Blanket brown bread touch my eyes,
blind so long me found my sight,
brown of us may not alike,
still we sit and talk all night,
bread is share with piece divide,
bare hand dive the bread we slice,
need not matter what's the size,
matter that we share the pie,
nor it matter what's your hue,
be it yellow brown black blue,
I matter you treat man true,
matter more I treat you true.

Dinner with Workmate, Khartoum, Feb, 2008