This World Is A Prism Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

This World Is A Prism

I am really getting tired of this,
History replayed over again.
It's like an old song that won't leave in peace
As it whines like a nagging burden.

There are many races on earth,
Most have risen quite well from the past.
With hard work they've found their true worth
As they sought for the things that last.

All of us have struggled and suffered,
Most of us had to fight for our freedom.
Victory's for those who persevered
But self-pity is the stale wine for some.

Light is the presence of all colors.
In truth, red's the blood of each race.
All men are equal in their endeavors
Each can conquer the battles he will face.

This world is a prism where we find
That no color rises up as supreme.
Defeat or triumph, these are in the mind-
Those who soar, try and reach for their dreams!

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~10.14.16