Colors
Colors, colors, is all I hear and see but can you say what matters other than trivial matters
about your ethnicity or your so called set.
For Ignorance breeds violence
As Violence breeds hate
And hate paves the way for more hate and a sense of helplessness and sadness.
Turning back a full circle to the ignorance you choose to embrace.
You see it’s a never ending cycle
But listen,
But listen to this
All Eyes are closed
As Freedom screams in pain but one man open his eyes and answers to help
Freedom screams again and again and still all eyes stay closed
Now oppressions speaks and still no one opens their eyes
Then again oppression speaks offering peace and all eyes open greeting him with welcoming
arms.
Don’t let bearers of false gift and hope cloud your judgment
As freedom lay dying, oppression stands up right holding you, its weapon.
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