One Man

“Red and yellow BLACK and WHITE They are precious in his sight…” Words and songs sometimes forgotten, Decomposed, spoiled, and rotten. For one to rule over others not like him Sends our world into a frenzy of sin. We hate, we curse, we desecrate. We scream, we defile and seal our fate. Why can’t we toss aside our foolish pride? Why can’t one think of someone else inside? Are we so selfless that we cannot see past The countless colors that our world has possessed? If one could stand among his friends And help change and shape their perspective. If one could think outside the box And imagine life with purer thoughts. If one man or women could walk ‘til tomorrow In the shoes or sandals of another fellow. If one father could reason with his young child That race and color do not compile Of a flock of fighters, fighting at war That earns no victory reflecting decades before. One man can start a spark of fire, Blazing from his heart a good desire. If that man will stand for Civil Rights, Hope is bound to make its flight.