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Children are Colour BlindOn a warm summer's day, sitting up on high, Slowly sipping my cola as the world walked by, I gazed down on a throng and guess what I find, Children aren't only innocent, they're colour blind, Blissfully playing together, for the fun of the game, Ignorant of skin colour, they are seen as the same, There's no bias or prejudice, all they see is a friend, The purity of their pleasure, no need to pretend, Their religion may vary, all give prayers to god, Their simple form of deity is certainly not flawed, Whether you're a Christian, Muslim, Buddhist or Jew, It matters little to them, why is it so important to you?, Watch them sharing a lollipop, with a new found friend, Teaching us so much about their ability to transcend, An adults world of problems, a child answers are few, Keep your arms wide open and be colour blind too. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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