Racism

The day I can see people for who they really are, is the perfect day,

I'm waiting for the day, when I can look at their faces,

And see people from all lives, from all different races,

And  can call them friends, all of us brothers,

Even though we look different,

And have seperate mothers,

The same heart lies within, same blood flows through us

Their hair might be different, skin might be darker

Someday, though, I know, that won't matter any longer

Untill then I'm waiting for the day when I can look at their faces

And see not people, but brothers, from all different races