Have you ever picked up the crumbs of existence? A poem?

Although our existence may be only crumbs in the loaf or the blink of an Eternal eye, we are nonetheless eager to live out our span. Well stated and true.

great.

here is a poem which is slap on racism by malcolm x,you can use this in case..

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I cold, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black.

You white fella,

When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey. .!

And you have the cheek
to call me colored!