Within.

Within.

The mighty hands who forged these lands
and laid down natures law.
I'm sure had no intention,
that man should go to war.

Not north on south,
or black on white.
Nor east on west,
or wrong on right.

Least not for feeble reason,
as often times the world has seen.
Young men throw away their lives,
to prove whose hands it might have been.

So score them not on race or creed,
but judge each one by word and deed.
Look beneath the colour of their skin,
and try to see the good within.

For then, my friend you'll surely see,
the self-same colour as you and me.