Our voices, narrative poetry
Each race is but a reflection of ourselves.
We all have one
Why can't we see verbal injustice, then rise up and yell
When intolerance is visibly hurting others
Invariably we say " nil "
We listen intently to the Sunday morning tolling bell
Yet we hesitate and say nothing, pretending we didn't hear
When evil voices spew hateful insults
That cuts deeply within the innocent's protective veneer
A gay child who seeks acceptance in our world of intolerance, denied
Why can't we find our voice
And muster courage and walk together side-by-side
Lets uplift our voices to shout out the gospel truth
Love one another, be kind, join hands in friendship
And lovingly teach our youth
Acceptance and tolerance, skin color is God-given, each race is but a reflection of ourselves
A voice is a powerful tool when used to build
A community of togetherness that swells
With open pride for all the world to see
Each culture is priceless when blended together
An ancient story of uniqueness and unshackled liberty.