In the quiet corners of our shared past,
Lies a tale of colors, cast in shadows vast.
Whispers of division in the silent night,
A world divided, yearning for the light.

The chains of bias, unseen yet strong,
Bind hearts and minds, a discordant song.
In every glance, a story untold,
Of dreams and hopes, both young and old.

Yet in this struggle, a spark does ignite,
A call for justice, for what is right.
Voices rise, like a river’s flow,
Seeking unity, to let compassion grow.

May we learn to see beyond the veil,
To cherish tales of every hue and trail.
For in our diversity lies a strength profound,
A future of harmony, where love is found.