• Snowflakes drift to the ground
    and we think, "Such a lovely world
    where each flake is unique;
    together, blanketing the earth
    in glistening beauty."

    Yet we see our brothers,
    families of different cultures,
    and we think, "Subordinate monsters!
    Different than us,
    threatening our position in this world,
    so ugly."

    And our neighbors are enslaved
    America's promise; freedom denied
    until we catch on
    The slave trader's singing "Amazing Grace"
    We all hold hands
    and we think, "Such a lovely world..."