Putting People Down

Lovers have each other so they, will never have to be alone. A king has his tall stone castle, where he can sit upon his throne. Musicians have their instruments, and a singer will have a song. Religions will have holy books, to teach them about right and wrong. The poets have their words to give, the baker has a cherry pie. The dreamers have their dreams to dream, pilots fly their planes through the sky. The artists have their paint brushes, and sculptors have their marbled rocks. Teachers have their eager students, tinkers have their toasters and clocks. People come in many colors, and in every shape and size. But I can’t help but wonder when, we’ll ever come to realize. It’s time we stop seeing the world, in black, white, yellow, brown or red. Each one has a different way, of how their book of life gets read. What makes us think that we are right, while others will always be wrong. Or that we will know the best way, to tell people where they belong. What makes me think that I can tell, anyone how it should be done. When I have so many battles, with myself that I have not won. We must learn to love and let love, before we’ll ever really live. We must stop taking a bit more, than we’re ever willing to give. Every person should be free, to just let their lives go around. But all I can see are people, just putting other people down.