Other Side of This Sonnet

On the other side of this sonnet,
There is a land most bright.
In that land of inclusion and unity,
People are strolling without fright.
They walk, speak, run and play,
Without being accused of difference.
They celebrate life with love and delight,
In someone's need they rush in alliance.
Plenty though their paths may be,
Their sense of community has no label.
They have their differences surely,
Which makes them a species most able.
Now that we've arrived at the other side,
It’s time we become that people forthright.