Still There

It's like the moon it's always there As day become night and the night becomes day it's still there Even though it's not visible it's still there Discrimination it is within our borders in our nation It's still there yet so settle Like the wind that blows on the blades of the grass in the Plantation Like Mark Twain said, "History doesn't repeat itself, it rhymes." It changes into another form to transform through the times It can be polite to the rudest of the rude It can be against races or a lady or a dude However it is displayed it's still there It is not extreme as it used to be But it can still offend you or me Why can't we all get along Hold hands and sing a unified song We can't because it's still there The racism, the hatred, the pain, and injustice is still there