The Truth Poem by illu 5501

We may think,
There is Black, here is white,
Brown is there, yellow over where,
But is that the truth, not at all.

The world has only rich and poor,
Faces and faces but no other races,
Only the world of have and have not's,
No matter what other's say.

People of color with riches around,
Changes color when poverty is gone,
Friends change faces, religions change dresses,
May be even God listens to rich not the poor one?

May be one day,
One morning hand in hand,
We will touch the rainbow,
In a world of smile for everyone.