In the quiet shadows where whispers grow,
Dwells the unseen weight of prejudice’s chains,
A silent force, where bias softly flows,
Coloring hearts with its unyielding stains.

Eyes see through veils woven by fear,
Turning strangers into foes, unknown and cold,
A world divided, where love disappears,
In the harsh tales that prejudice has told.

Yet beneath these shadows, a light can be found,
A chance for hearts to open wide,
To break the chains, to hear the sound,
Of unity, where all may abide.

Let’s weave a tapestry of hope and grace,
Where bias fades, and understanding reigns,
In every heart, in every place,
A world reborn, free from prejudice’s chains.