Through the eyes of children

Every time I hear the news on the radio

Or read a news paper

I die inside just a little bit more

Because it’s horrible

What’s wrong with the world?

All of the hatred

Towards fellow men and women

Just because they happen to have been born

With a different coloured skin

We are all human

We are all members of the same race

Why can some people not see that?

Because children do

Children of all colours and all religions

Will play happily together in the schoolyard

And this is the way it should be

How can the colour of someone’s skin

Have any relevance on the type of person they are?

How can people hate somebody that they don’t know?

Hate somebody that they never even met just because

Their skin is a different colour to their own

Get some perspective

We are supposed to be a civilised race

Why are so many people unable to see that we are all the same?

We all have the same dreams

We cry the same tears and we feel the same pain

We all want to love and be loved

And live in peace

I don’t want to be part of a society

That segregates and discriminates

The truth of the matter is

There is good and bad in everyone

And it has nothing to do with the colour of skin

I detest racism, its vile and repugnant

And it makes my blood boil

When I hear about hate crime on the news

Because nobody should be victimised

Over anything as trivial as the colour of their skin

Where does this hatred come from?

Is it a lack of understanding?

Or is it a learnt behaviour?

Because I look back at the children

In the play ground

Happily playing together

And I only wish

That everyone could look at the world

Through the eyes of the children