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
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