Colors

There was a black man There was a blue man They hated each other For the color of the skin They both believed the other To be the offspring of some great sin... One dark day They got into a helluva fight Each believing to be in the right They beat upon each other Through and through They beat each other black and blue, Until finally They both did come to see How much alike They'd come to be. Now there is a black man There is a blue man Together they stand Once divided by the color of the skin Never more shall they Be blinded that way again... Black or white Yellow or red The color of the skin Is truly all inside the head, And the colors in the head Come out in the words That are said, And the words That are said Can leave the heart so alive, Or, utterly dead. It's a choice to make: Either for the image of the soul Or, for the color of the skins sake; The darkness of night Or, the beauty from The colors of the Light.