Sometimes it is not racist
It is merely a miscommunication

Two boats passing
Never merging
Never understanding each other

Just standing on guard
Waiting for hate to make
Someone fall hard

But wait
You just skipped a page
Stripped the skin and did not take a look within
Did not see or bother to read the poetry of their soul

So strangers yell at each other
Sling hell at one another
Do not hug or heal their brothers
Just perpetuate the same mistakes

As one man walks away angry at the injustice
Another man slumps his shoulder in confusion

As one man is plagued and played by the illusion
That we are separate races in combat
The curious remains unheard
Becomes disturbed

Because he loves everybody
But he was already declared
An enemy of the state
In this struggle to erase hate