Freedom

They say that different skin colour and races were a curse because we didn't obey God's laws, It can't be true as if you're born in Africa , you'll probably be black and in Europe you'll be white. It's geographical, governed by generations and the sun, although parentage has a say when it's done; we may be 'freer' than we used to be, see the old stigmas continue, no matter what you do. I lived in Africa, it was good for your soul, made me have realization, made me whole; now none of us are 'safe,' sad state of affairs, where's the compassion, you wonder if God really cares. 'Oh freedom, for I'll no longer be a slave, when I'm finally buried in my grave.'