Teardrop
Teardrop
Crimson rivers flood our streets For every fallen fellow man
As hatred rears its head White, black, and in-between
Bullets penetrate our peace Heartbreak follows everyone
And leave our innocent dead… Its color is unseen.
Does pigment of the skin reflect So many tears are shed today
The morals we hold deep Tomorrow will bring more
It’s not our color that defines The weight of teardrops crushes deep
Who hurts more when they weep. And drowns one to the core…
Misguided by a blind desire Approach mankind with loving eyes
To judge our fellow man Look deep and cause no fear
Such bias tempts a sinful act Skin color shows no person’s soul
We strive to understand. For all teardrops are clear...
Prejudice still finds a way -By: Meghan C. Hutchings
To seal a person’s fate
This cycle, kept alive by few
Who live and die through hate...
This world may always harbor some
Whose ignorance won’t cease
But glance around with open eyes
Most people yearn for peace.
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