Sparkatale

Hey Mr. Racist, is it fun to judge others?
We all start off equally, coming out of our mothers,
We look for joy and luck in our lives,
I know you think different, see the world with different eyes.
But let me tell you, we are all the same,
All of us carry hope, pride, love and blame.
We may be individuals, but we love in the same way,
So does it really matter if we're straight or gay?
Does it really matter if we're white or not?
It only matters what's inside and what you got,
In your heart and in your mind, so please understand,
You just have to be kind, so give me your hand.

Hey Mr. Racist, don't confuse terrorism with religion,
Because after all there's one god we all believe in,
Don't judge atheists, I don't care what you say,
Judge them by their actions, not to who they pray.
You say we're all different, but I don't get what you mean,
When I look at an Asian, I tell you what I see:
Two eyes, one mouth, one nose, two ears,
Sometimes a smile, sometimes tears.
Same thing I see when I look at Africans, Americans, Europeans, Australians,
Same thing I see even when I look at you.
Listen to me carefully, you know it's true.

Hey Mr. Racist, none of us is perfect, we all make mistakes,
But don't you know how little effort it takes
To be kind and accepting of each other?
So take my hand and walk with me brother,
To a world none of you may know,
It's a world of acceptance so let your hatred go.
There are different countries, different dreams,
Different cultures, different faces.
Imagine them full of love, so come and join me, hey Mr. Racist.