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Red and yellow,
Black and white,
Each one's a child,
Caught in the fight.
An innocent
child
Torn from its mother,
Is any one colour
Worth less than the other?
"It doesn't much
matter
What happens to them,
But don't you dare touch
My child or my kin."
Red and yellow,
Black and white,
Thinking like this
Does not make it right.
When children die
there,
It hurts all the same,
And it hurts even more
When we are to blame.
When we see those
children,
Let's look at our own,
And thank the Good Lord,
That they're not alone.
Red and yellow,
Black and white,
Let's hope that one day
We'll all see the light.
by
David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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