Never Meant To Be

Racism was never meant to be,
But people find that so hard to see.
When will we notice that we're the same
That life is not some made-up game?

Why not love instead of hate?
Let's all try to demonstrate,
A life involving different kinds
of skin colors and even minds.

Can't we make some changes in life,
To help those who are burdened with strife?
They are just the same as us,
Why should they ride at the back of the bus?

Discriminating may make you feel better,
But imagine yourself findng a letter,
Saying that you're wrong cause you're strange,
Saying that it is you who must change.

Racism was never meant to be,
But people find that so hard to see.
When will we notice that we're the same
That life is not some made-up game?

Kathleen

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