What is racism?
Is it one person's way of calling himself better?
Is it humans putting each other down simply because how they were born?
What is racism?
Is it a group claiming rights to life?
Is it making someone into a Jerusalem thorn?
'What is racism? '
Many have asked such a thing.
It is stubborn souls judging taste by the color of the corn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem