This World Is A Prism

This World Is A Prism I am really getting tired of this, History replayed over again. It's like an old song that won't leave in peace As it whines like a nagging burden. There are many races on earth, Most have risen quite well from the past. With hard work they've found their true worth As they sought for the things that last. All of us have struggled and suffered, Most of us had to fight for our freedom. Victory's for those who persevered But self-pity is the stale wine for some. Light is the presence of all colors. In truth, red's the blood of each race. All men are equal in their endeavors Each can conquer the battles he will face. This world is a prism where we find That no color rises up as supreme. Defeat or triumph, these are in the mind- Those who soar, try and reach for their dreams! Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~10.14.16