We are ,colour only deceptive
Why consider White or dark,
The young or old, lame or sickly
Not even the brand clothing.
But the inner self of you and me.
where will my help come from?
In a world this perverse
One whose agony and sorrow
Is but a source of joy and laughter
And beyond all
A pleasing scenery.
The systems in work you
Are those whoold
But why , why you my only friend
Is it true that should trek only
A long this rough path