Just sad that it can come to this

A beautiful nation, a beautiful person

Torn apart, arguing within

Over the color of their skin

Separating based on looks

Because that’s “better”

For everyone in general

Never mind if they can write books

Speak, paint, perform

As good as anyone else

Secretly shut up, no chance

Don’t you realize

That they’re human beings?

Living out their lives

Acting on their dreams

We’re all the same

No matter the race

Looking for a simple place

In a world of increasing strain.