They held hands.
Fingers bound to one another,
entwined, lover to lover.
Black against white.

One soft with care,
One callous with hard work.
One with fingers clean and gleaming,
One with dirt wholly  brimming.

They still held hands.
Differences held no bounds.
Not their colours white or black;
Nothing could hold them back.

Lets open our eyes to see,
that Racism needs to cease.
Oh! If only we could all be
Like these two hands entwined in peace!

TEE HEE! 

(P.S: This poem also extends  to religious differences! Thank you :))

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