Colored Eyes

Prejudice  looks with colored eyes

Speaks a contemptuous language

If only to victomise

Yet all are made in Gods image

And we can not harmonise

The inner spirit grieves and cries

Hope in deliverance from our carnality

Forgive the cheap perceptions

we arrogantly life up to thee

Forgive us our blinded eyes

Redeem a child to his proper esteem

Above and beyond all races seen

The End

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