In shadows deep, where minds entwine,
There lurks a thought, a silent bind.
Prejudice, a subtle art,
Engraved in every human heart.

Through eyes that judge, and tongues that scar,
We build our walls, we drift afar.
Bias shapes the path we tread,
A whispering ghost within our head.

Yet in the light, where truth may shine,
Compassion blooms, a rare design.
To break the chains, to stand and see,
A world reborn in unity.

So let us strive, with hearts aligned,
To cast aside the ties that bind.
For in our hands, the power lies,
To heal the wounds, to clear the skies.