The worlds a kaleidoscope of many colors
Black, White, Yellow, red and Browns.
Every way you seem to turn it
you see different colors all around.
Some may seem to be quite different
From what you see, in the color of yourself.
But no matter how you look at the Kaleidascope
It was and is the hand in which was dealt.
We need to gain an overall acceptance
Of those colors which we view.
All are really just God's Kaleidascope pallet
And one of His colors He painted on you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good strong write...I like this one...thank you...Fi