What We See
Why does a country full of such beautiful faces
always try to put people into their places?
Mouths that discriminate run free
making others scared to breathe.
Some too focused on the faces
to see the heart beneath that races.
It is like we are in a trance,
believeing we all are given a fair chance.
For what one person sees
may leave another on their knees.
This poem is about:
My country