It's all one color

Pain Gain? The innocent slain They were treated like dirt Whether they wore pants or a skirt They were washed away like muck And hauled away in big trucks We did that… We tried to destroy a whole people’s world We hurled hate and disgust-- At people exactly like us And for what? For guilt? For the feeling of dishonor? Or that “pit of my stomach’ feeling, That occurs when I think about how we treated, Such a precious creation. Us We are one We are all precious and unique, and equal. Let this not be a sequel