Beyond a certain measure,
what worth are your treasures?
Beyond a certain need,
your desires turn into greed.
Could you ever see the colors
of the souls that left unfettered?
Or know their race, country, religion,
food, clothes, houses they lived in?
And if seeing is really believing,
then all these would mean nothing,
for red is the blood in our veins,
and the air we breathe is the same.
The Maker did not discriminate
or create the boundaries of hate.
These were invented by a few who
never cared for the common good.
The results have always been dire,
forcing us deeper into a dark mire.
‘Til we realize the need to change –
a step at a time; it’s not too late.
For in the end, all that matters is
how much you loved, laughed and lived.
For in the end, we’ll lie side by side
like grains of sand, and blades of grass.
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