Black and white

I must,
I must, Improve my trust,
But man ruins man,
By refusing to hold hands,
With another
Who has a diversity of skin.

Integrated beliefs
Passed on intentionally,
Bring torture and grief,
To the next generation
Where death,
Becomes no longer a sensation,

We must act and voice,
Our emotions on racism,
Not be anonymous,
Or use shielding and ignorance,
As a duty escapism.

Let the world know what you think,
Not in blood, but in ink.

Why is the true meaning of innocence, dead?
And white flames keep fuelling
The fires of blind hatred

We voice loud, without anymore loss or high cost,
To help form a blanket
Of smother,
Before another child, and soul is lost,
And taken immorally, from their mother.

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