Not necessarily with a pot of gold
at its metaphorical end,
yet its colors are of a natural kaleidoscope.
We as humans are colorful lo and behold,
why can't we be friends,
instead of love hanging at the end of a rope.
We say we are a part of humanity,
but when are beaten down,
we bleed black, red, brown, yellow and white.
To end the prejudicial insanity,
to stand our ground,
not just to fade like colors of the night.
Reach out to your fellow man,
touch them as equals,
live and breathe of human compassion.
It's time to take a human stand,
there are no sequels,
mankind's love should always be in fashion.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
