From MY COUNTRY
Poem★★★★My country is the world; I count No son of man my foe, Whether the warm life-currents mount And mantle brows like snow Or red or yellow, brown or black, The face that into mine looks back. My party is all human kind, My platform brotherhood; I count all men of honest mind 221 Who work for human good, And for the hope that gleams afar, My comrades in this holy war. My heroes are the great and good Of every age and clime, Too often mocked, misunderstood, And murdered in their time, But spite of ignorance and hate Known and exalted soon or late. My country is the world; I scorn No lesser love than mine, But calmly wait that happy morn When all shall own this sign, And love of country as of clan Shall yield to worldwide love of man.
The point
The poem envisions counting all people, regardless of race or nation, as fellow countrymen bound together in common humanity.