if i could see with the eyes of a blind man
prejudice would fail
jealousy’s claws will be reduced to chalk
then truly colour would be blind
oh how would trust then change ?!
but please
let me see the sun set over the ocean
the clouds that gather the monsoon
oh I just cant miss the flowers in bloom
or the artist brush that colours a smile
how would I give it up if all was left is hurt
the charred smell of death and hate
if prejudice would reign
if colour was white
if religion is church
if money is greater than life
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