Colour

Can you tell by the blood
The colour of the face?
The dying man will fall does
His blood will show his race?
Can a tear drop show the soul behind the eyes?
Can it reveal the inward sin?
Can it tell the truth from lies?
Does laughter find a differenent sound
With the different skin it holds?
Does the smile reflect the outward?
Can the common form the shape it molds?
The world may be different in size, shape and colour
But we all breathe the same
We bleed, love and die together
You can never tell the race by the cound
and peace can be found
in all who have felt pain