Prejudice

You don’t know what he felt like,
You don’t know what he dreamt like,
You don’t know when he slept tight.

Feels You know all,
but you know non,
but prejudice has a throne to run,

Passing through,
I met a boy,
I never stood with a choice,
But prejudice had its voice,
Growing in my head with noise.

It whispered slowly,
But made its message clear,
I knew I was jealous of him,
With no tear.

Prejudice stood weaponless,
And you had a mighty weapon,
The brain you were born with,
As a freedom right given.

But brain is where prejudice lives,
That’s why you lose a win-win twist.

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