Garden For Racism

All of the petals shift in my view
There are reds, whites, and one deep, royal blue
Delicate drops of dew shine like fire on their buds
Falling to the grass below with subtle little thuds
The circle of life traps them all inside its grasp
Buds turn to petals like a final breath, a final gasp
They're all the same, once you dig down inside
Reaching up to the sun, they're coloured with pride
We see the different colours and our impression changes each
A different way of viewing flowers, that’s what we must teach

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