Segregated Skies.
The contrast of past situations colors the scene
were blood red hatred in humanity is released
as increasing beliefs of unity bleed thoroughly
though we plead to see peace, it's shown slowly
while prejudice is growing boldly in our communities
knowingly taking control of this lowly opportunity
to see an age old conflict brought to center-stage,
caught in the same frame, unless we enter change.
Pigments of skin seperate the atmosphere's clouds
where storms rain down, on weathered souls now
never clearing the tears, that are hitting the ground,
drowning in the shadows of an overcast crowd.
How does history repeat the lessons it couldnt teach
bringing back memories and feelings it couldnt reach,
reason wouldnt speak to ease each weeping individual
we all thought freedom was supposed to be indivisible,
but people living in ghettos are oppressed and miserable
the visual is unmistakable, full of shame, its disgraceful
when hope is breakable, shattered and left emotionless
from one man we we're scattered, yet we're so different
Nations blend together the horizon, if just for an instant
the sunrise remains distant, and we regain resistance
lightning cracks as existence is replaced by the breeze,
will we ever insist a reprise or come to comprimise these...
Segregated Skies.
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