Why are we taught to be prejudice?

Why are we taught to be prejudice?

A war, a prejudice — what is it for?

Man, woman, we are so much more.

Forget the color, look at the heart,

Remember we’re made from God’s own art.

To love, not hate that is our part.

The blood we bleed is all red.

The pain we feel — it runs through us

No flag nor name can break the thread,

That binds us all — both born and bred.

The hand you hold, the tear you shed,

Belong to all black brown white and red.

A soul’s not shaped by skin or land,

But by the touch of a helping hand.

So drop the sword, unchain the mind,

Let mercy speak and make us kind.

The war of hearts must always cease,

For we are one — let there be peace.