In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows blend with the moonlight,
Lies the unseen, unspoken plight,
Of hearts divided by a blinded sight.

Through the veils of judgment, we tread,
On paths where countless souls have bled,
Ignorance and fear, hand in hand, spread,
Prejudice, a poison, in every thread.

Eyes that see but refuse to understand,
Minds closed tight, like shifting sand,
Words that wound, a harsh reprimand,
Leaving scars across the land.

Yet hope remains, a flickering flame,
To rise above, to end the blame,
To see beyond the names and shame,
And find the unity we all can claim.