Discovery Channel

Wrote on the bus

Division of people
Their pride and their shame
As prejudice burns through the walls we create
Each slip of the tongue is a glimmer of truth
Yet we censor societies personal views
We all judge, we all hate
It's engraved in our souls
Yet we beg for forgiveness when reality shows
We aren't one in the same
We are nothing alike
While skin dictates reason for why we will fight
It is not our creation, our nation, or choice
It's the way we must live if we still want a voice
Labels become the mere judgments of self
And the only escape is to not ask for help
It's said we abhor the world as it is cruel
Although HDTV gives a much better view
And we watch with our eyes hungry to justify
That desire to isolate doesn't come from inside