People say I’m different
Cause of the colour of my skin
My culture, my beliefs
Frowned upon as sin
No matter where you’re from
You’re labeled as a sinner
For just being that
Humanity denies
Who you are, where you’re from
How can you defeat
The hatred of man
We must morn for the loss
Of so many souls
Who died from the hatred?
The hatred of old
Dare I dream the impossible?
Humanity as one, in peace and harmony
Will I live long enough?
To see this become real
Will anyone in this life time
See the impossible become real
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I like this. It's subtle, yet speaks loudly. I too wait anxiously for when peace and harmony is the ruler of the day.