In the silence of unseen glances,
Where whispers weave their clandestine dance,
Prejudice lurks in shadowed corners,
Casting doubt on unknowing hearts.

Eyes that judge with ancient stories,
Chained by fears from distant pasts,
Yet within each soul, a light still flickers,
Yearning to break free at last.

Walls of bias, tall and silent,
Built on sands of ignorance,
But winds of change, though gentle, steady,
Seek to erode these stubborn stones.

May we learn to see the colors,
Beyond the black and white of fear,
For in the heart’s purest vision,
Every soul’s worth is crystal clear.