Harmonic Strings (Earth, blood, Roman)

[Cynic]

Some Poem I wrote in high school about ethnicity:

Harmonic Strings

Color, appearance, race.
They are illusions.
A mask concealing reality, our true face.
Pointless apathy against blood and birth.
Are we all not born from mothers' wombs?
Walk on the same earth?

Yet brethren spills brethren's blood.
Pigment of skin justifies.
Blind is the unlawful judge,
Who's evidence is also creed.
Hatred is the false witness.
Innocence is the righteous plead.

We are musical strings,
Each emitting a separate note.
Harmonically, all stroked brings,
Beauty, sounds soothing to the soul.
Break all but one string,
Nothing's left to play, everything is dull.


-Cynic