Described in colors

Who plays in the games of
right and wrong?

Who has the authority to
decide who's blood is worth
the seepage that runs deep
within the ground?

Is it you?
Is it me?

What gives anyone the right
to decide if a human being
is worthy too live free from
fear and hate?

The great escape back into your
Mind, back into a time that was
full of pitiful murders who rationalizes
the reasons that they have the
right to spill the blood that
they did not provide.

Men who believe they preserve
the right to bluntly say who
has a heart and soul,disgraceful
boys all the same to me with
no brains or boundaries.

A child at play in hate and war,
turning their eyes to all the
blood that runs red just the same
as if it was their own to pour.

Discrimination like poison spews
from their mouths,hate they believe
the lord wants then to shout out.
Silly little people with their silly
little thoughts,I take relief that
this does not describe us all,,

There are good and there are bad
among the world no color or nationality
as a whole should take the fall as the
only ones who ever does wrong!

Who decides who is right?
Who decides who is wrong?

It really does not matter to me
I only know I have a heart and
being color blind best describes
me!!