Racism, racism
why do we become racist?
Is it only us or everything and everyone?
I don’t think so.
All flowers are different colors
and many grow from the same garden,
but they never complain that “Hey you are green, move away.”
We all regulated from monkey to man,
I wonder were we racist then
or we were one altogether supporting each other?
We were a happy world we used to live without racism,
what happened to us?
How and why did we become racist?
Black and white keys in the piano,
pink, blue, purple flowers in the garden,
and us who call names to different skins people saying,
“You are black, you are white”
Why to sit down and keep quiet?
Why not raise your voice and work together as a team
to stop racism?

WOW, its a very amazing poem