Testo People

People running scare
Running everywhere
Thying to be happy
And save your dignity
So concern with them
Bur forget the others
Who suffer too
People is all the same Running so unseen
For a pot of gold
And in vain
And he dies the same
As the one
That never had a penny
White hating black
Black hating white
Yellow hating red
So unseen
Yet they are the same
All have heart and pain
Seeming to forget
Their equality
But I know some day Man, stop and think
What he has done was bed
For the world