Colors

Do the flowers pick their colors? Do the birds pick their feathers? Do our children pick their names? Do we pick our ending? Yet, we pick our insults Yet, we pick who to hurt We find faults But, can never correct We brake and shatter Yet, can never never fix How can the criminals judge? Can the deaf tease the blind? Can the blind tease the mute? Each bird's feathers is different Yet they fly together Each ant is different Yet they work together Yet us humans cant come together Over color Over nation Over gender And in the end The sun shines on us all the same The rain falls on us all the same The same god watches over us all the same All colors makes one And nothing can divide one.- Rome