Colour Blind
Black, White, Asian,
we are all created equal.
Souls are becoming blinded
by hatred and overwhelming
deceit.
But God remains colour blind.
We drown in an ocean of
his golden words that reflect
truth and trust; truth and
trust that can cure these
poor souls that are poisoned
by a decayed reality of lost
faith; it remains spinning in
a whirlpool of broken lies
and hidden faces.
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