~Still A Dream~
With such disgrace,
We kill the human race.
We judge books by their cover,
Then later discover,
They’re just like us.
They can ride in the front of the bus.
Racism rears its ugly head,
Grabbing hundreds and thousands, leaving innocent dead.
Created equal they’d say,
But that’s still untrue, even today.
Written by: Stevi Balsamo
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